After Jennifer left, during the few days Mia spent recuperating in the hospital, Lambert never visited once.
On the morning of Mia's discharge, Hannah pretended to be sincere, bringing a bouquet of flowers and showing up early at the hospital. Without knocking, she simply barged into the room.
"Mia, I'm here today to apologize and admit my mistakes," Hannah said with feigned sincerity, holding the flowers out in front of Mia.
Mia raised her hand to block the flowers, shaking her head to indicate that she wouldn't accept them.
"You won't even give me a chance to apologize? I only said a few things you didn't like last time, and you've been holding a grudge against me ever since?" With the door wide open, Hannah deliberately threw the flowers on the floor, stepped closer to Mia, and grabbed her hands tightly.
The ruthless woman's nails dug into Mia's flesh, and she continued, "I'm genuinely here to apologize. I don't even know what I did to deserve your hatred. If there's something I did wrong, just tell me, and I'll change."
Hannah then shot a sinister look at Mia, leaning in to whisper in her ear, "Mia, do you think hiding in the hospital will keep you safe? If I caused you to miscarry today, who would be here to testify?"
The devious woman pushed her, and Mia staggered, nearly falling onto the bed. Just then, a figure rushed in and quickly pulled her back, keeping her from falling.
Still shaken, Mia watched as Hannah staged her own scene, sitting on the floor with disheveled hair, slapping herself hard across the face, crying out loud, drawing the attention of several onlookers.
As people started gossiping, a few reporters pushed through the crowd, snapping photos of Mia in a frenzy. Meanwhile, Daniel, standing behind her, was positioned in such a way that it seemed like he was very close to her.
Mia realized this was yet another trap set by Hannah. Instinctively, she tried to move away, but Hannah tripped her, causing Mia to fall. With quick reflexes, Daniel caught her in his arms, preventing her from hitting the floor.
"Click, click," the cameras went off at the perfect moment, capturing the scene.
Then came Hannah's voice, crying out, "I just came to visit you in the hospital, but I didn't expect to walk in on you two together. Without a word, you threw flowers at me and hit me!"
Hannah sobbed, turning her face to the reporters. There were clear finger marks on her cheek, as if she'd been slapped harshly.
"Mrs. Wenshte, may I ask what your relationship is with this gentleman?"
"Mrs. Wenshte, is the child you're carrying his?"
"You're cheating on Mr. Wenshte. How do you feel about that?"
… one question after another, relentless and without mercy, were thrown at Mia. It seemed everyone had forgotten that she was mute, waiting in silence for her to respond.
"Enough, Hannah. It was you who somehow got my number and called me, telling me Mia was sick and that I should visit her. Now you're twisting everything! If you have a problem with me, take it up with me, not her," Daniel finally couldn't stand it anymore and intervened.
Hannah seized the opportunity, covering her face with a look of feigned distress, and spoke up, "Then why did you send her red roses? Why did you both team up to hit me? If you weren't guilty, what else could it be?"
"Hannah, how dare you frame Mia like this? I never bought her flowers! She's your sister!" Daniel's brow furrowed, fury in his eyes.
Sister? Mia wasn't even her biological sister. In fact, Hannah wished Mia were dead.
"You really know how to lie with your eyes wide open. So many people are watching—who's right and who's wrong?" The reporters, whom Hannah had paid, of course sided with her.
Mia clenched her fists, her lips turning pale as she stood frozen in place. She knew it was too late to say anything now. No one would believe her, and in such a situation, who would have the patience to listen to a mute person explain?
The crowd grew, initially watching Mia's misfortune, but soon it became a spectacle about the Wenshte family.
Who was Lambert? Even he had been publicly cuckolded.
"Move aside." Suddenly, a cold voice rang out from the back of the crowd.
Mia looked toward the sound and saw Ethan pushing Lambert through the crowd, his face dark, his lips tight, and his frosty gaze locked on her. It seemed like he was demanding an explanation.
"Mr. Wenshte, may I ask…"
"What do you want to ask?" Lambert interrupted the reporter sharply. The wheelchair stopped right in front of Mia, and Lambert placed his large hand over her small one, offering her trust and comfort.
"Do you think anyone can be compared to me? J Who told you to bring them here?" Lambert asked in a calm, yet powerful voice, his piercing gaze sweeping over the reporters by the door, exuding a quiet authority that stunned everyone into silence.
Hannah got up from the floor, feeling caught off guard by how Lambert was protecting Mia.
"Lambert , a fly doesn't land on an uncracked egg. You should be careful," Hannah pretended to warn him kindly, lowering her head and stepping aside.
The crowd quickly dispersed, leaving a few reporters standing around, afraid of Lambert's intimidating presence, all of them turning their gaze toward Hannah.
Hannah, feeling guilty, stammered, "Why are you looking at me? The truth is right in front of you. Just trust your eyes."
"It seems the punishment I gave you last time was too light. Hannah, you've angered me."