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Thomas’s fingers flew across hit keyboard, juggling three screens in Adam’s office. Each display glowed with different pieces of the Anna Claire scandal, 

“Thirty minutes,” he barked into his phone. “This needs to go live in thirty. Everything’s verified–timeline, evidence, hospital records–all bulletproof.” 

An assistant rushed in with a folder. “The additional docs Mt. Haven wanted. Montgomery’s medical files and design comparisons. 

Thomas flipped through them, a grim smile forming. “Perfect Add these and release everything.” 

As the door closed, he recalled the ice in Adam’s eyes when he’d give the order. Years working together, and he’d never seen his boss take someone else’s battle so personally. 

“Never stuck his neck out like this for anyone,” Thomas muttered. “Doc must be something else. 

Within an hour, social media exploded. The “Cold–Hearted Doctor” hashtag vanished from trending topics, replaced by ‘Anna Claire Plagiarism” and “Justice for Bella Montgomery.” Design comparisons flooded feeds–identical patterns between Bella’s original work and Anna’s award–winners. 

“Silver City U covered this up? Disgusting!” read one viral comment. 

Those hospital records–poor girl tried to kill herself after being framed!” noted another. 

The university scrambled, releasing a statement: “In light of disturbing new evidence regarding the plagiarism case between students Anna Claire and Bella Montgomery, Silver City University is reopening its investigation.” 

As the scandal snowballed, Bella Montgomery appeared on a livestream. She looked brittle–thin face, haunted eyes. 

“I never wanted to revisit this nightmare,” she began. “For years, I’ve tried rebuilding my life after losing everything.” 

She rolled up her sleeve, revealing thin white scars across her wrist. These scars are my own design. Sadly, they’re the only work that wasn’t stolen from me.” 

“Anna didn’t just take my portfolio. She took my identity. When I defended myself, she used Sterling connections to paint me as the thief. Then came the online attacks–fake accounts telling me to die 

Bella’s screen split to display medical records and original sketches. I’m not sharing this for revenge. I’m sharing because the truth deserves to be known.” 

Meanwhile in Irene’s living room, Alex sat cross–legged on the carpet, eyes glued to his tablet. Joseph watched over his reading glasses as the Sterling family’s careful narratives crumbled in real–time. 

“Mom,” Alex called as Irene entered with tea. “That person who hurt you is getting destroyed online.” 

Irene glanced at the screen, her face carefully blank as headlines scrolled by. 

“The bad lady’s in trouble?” Lily peeked around her mother’s legs. 

Irene sank onto the sofa. “I don’t celebrate anyone’s downfall, even Anna’s. Truth has a way of finding daylight.” 

“But she was mean to you,” Lucas frowned. “And lied about you on T 

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Irene brushed hair from Lily’s face as the little girl climbed onto her lap. “Everyone faces consequences eventually. But what matters 

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Isn’t what happens to others–it’s how we choose to act.” 

“You’re not even a little happy! Alex studied his mother with that nerving perceptiveness of his. 

“I feel for Bella,” Irene admitted. “Nobody should suffer that way.” 

Across town, Anna stared at her phone in horror, watching her carefully constructed life unravel. Notifications flooded in- journalists wanting comments, university admins demanding explanations. 

“This can’t be happening,” she whispered, scrolling through evidence laid bare for all to see. 

“You pathetic nobody!” she snarled at Bella’s livestream. Why couldn’t you just stay gone?” 

As panic replaced anger, Anna hurled her phone against the wall. It shattered, pieces scattering across the floor like her fractured future. 

Then it hit her–Nathan could help. He had connections in education 

Twenty minutes later, Anna burst into Nathan’s office without knocking. Mascara streaked down her cheeks, blouse buttoned wrong in her haste. 

“Nathan, you have to help me.” She rushed to his desk. “Everything they’re saying is lies! Your friend in education–call him. Make him stop the investigation!” 

Nathan pulled his hand away when she grabbed it. “What really happened, Anna? I need the truth.” 

“It’s all lies,” she insisted, tears flowing. “They’re trying to destroy me because I’m a 

Sterling!” 

“If you’re innocent,” he said slowly, “why are you desperate to stop an investigation?” 

Anna faltered under his steady gaze. 

“Did you steal that girl’s designs?” he pressed. “Did you frame her and drive her to attempt 

“I-” Her voice caught. 

suicide?” 

Nathan turned back to his computer with a heavy sigh. “You should go.” 

“No, wait!” She collapsed to her knees. “I’m sorry! I was young and stupid! I didn’t mean for things to go so far!” Sobs wracked her body as truth finally spilled out. 

Disgust flashed across Nathan’s face. Without a word, he pressed the intercom. “Sandra, come in.” 

His assistant appeared instantly. 

“Please escort Miss Claire out,” Nathan instructed, voice icy. 

“No! Nathan, please!” Anna wailed as the assistant guided her firmly toward the door. “I’m sorry! I was wrong!” 

Her pleas faded down the hallway, leaving Nathan alone with his thoughts. He pressed his fingers against his temples pulsed painfully. 

here a vein 

How had he never seen through her? More importantly, how had he stood by while Rose and his father mistreated Irene–the daughter who saved Brandon’s leg when every doctor had given up? 

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The contrast between the women couldn’t be clearer. One built a lifesaving others despite family rejection. The other destroyed lives to steal what she hadn’t aimed. 

With sudden resolve, Nathan reched for his phone. Time to make things right. 

“Nathan Sterling,” he told his media contact. “Those stories about D Joy refusing to treat her mother–take them down immediately.” 

A surprised chuckle answered him. “You’re late to the party. Those were pulled hours ago. In fact, all anyone’s talking about now is Anna Claire’s plagiarism scandal…” 

Nathan sat straighter. “Already pulled? By who?” 

“Haven Enterprise,” came the reply. “Adam Haven personally handled it. Word is, they’re planning something even bigger tomorrow morning…. 

As Nathan processed this, his phone beeped with an incoming call. Thomas’s number flashed on screen. 

“Mr. Sterling,” Thomas’s voice came through when Nathan answered. Mr. ‘Haven asked me to inform you that a statement regarding Dr. Jo will be released tomorrow morning. This isn’t directed against your family–merely restoring truth. Mr. Haven believes you’ll understand.” 

The call ended before Nathan could respond. He sat back, eyes fixed on the view outside his office window. Adam Haven had gone much further for Irene than Nathan had ever imagined possible. 

This storm was just about to reach its turning point. 

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