Rachel wore an apologetic expression as she sincerely apologized, "I''m really sorry. I promise I''ll be more careful next time and it won''t happen again."


    The medical staff, seeing that she admitted her mistake, didn''t say much more.


    Watching this unfold, Ste couldn''t help but admire Rachel. The woman was a master at ying the victim-one teary nce, and the room rallied to her side. She bent like a reed in the wind: the second the tide turned against her, she''d duck her head in contrition. No shame, no hesitation. Even when others squirmed with secondhand embarrassment, Rachel could still sh that polished smile and carry on like nothing happened.


    This was precisely how Rachel managed to have Haynes and his son, Keen,pletely under her thumb.


    The ambnce soon pulled up at the nearby hospital, and Keen was rushed to the emergency room. Ste sat with Marvin in the hallway, quietly waiting.


    Rachel stood outside the operating room, hands sped together, eyes glistening with tears, continuously praying, "God, please let Keen be okay, I''m begging you..."


    Seeing Rachel so remorseful, Haynes tried tofort her. "Rachel, it''s not your fault. You didn''t mean for this to happen."


    Rachel dabbed at her tears, "If something happens to Keen, how could I ever face him again?"


    Ste watched the two of them coldly, feeling utterly disgusted.


    Just then, Marvin''s innocent voice broke the tension. "Ste, didn''t the doctor say Keen wasn''t in any danger? Why is thatdy crying so sadly?"


    Ste replied gently, "I''m not really sure. Why don''t you ask her?"


    Marvin nodded obediently and approached Rachel, gently tugging on her sleeve. "Ms. Pearce, why are you crying so much?"


    Rachel''s smile tightened imperceptibly. This brat kept ruining her moment, but with Haynes watching, she had to y the saint. She crouched to Marvin''s level, voice dripping with sharine concern. "Sweetheart, I only want what''s best for Keen. That''s all."


    "But Keen is going to be okay, right? If you cry like that, people might think someone died or something."


    Rachel quickly covered Marvin''s mouth, "Oh, sweetie, we mustn''t say such unlucky things."


    She pulled Marvin aside, ready to smooth talk him, but suddenly Marvin plopped down on the floor, looking up at her with a hurt expression.


    Rachel was momentarily stunned, not quite processing what had happened. "I-I didn''t push you..."


    Ste rushed over and helped Marvin up. "Marvin, are you alright?"


    "I''m fine, Ste." Marvin mumbled, his head down, his lip quivering like he was about to cry. "I''m sorry, I must have said something wrong."


    Ste noticed the dried wound on Marvin''s arm. It was from earlier, when Marvin had tried to save Keen and Rachel had pushed him to the ground.


    Ste''s expression turned icy. She looked up at Rachel, her voice firm, "Apologize."


    Before Rachel could respond, Marvin interjected, "Ste, it was my fault. I lost my bnce and fell. It''s not Ms. Pearce''s fault."


    Ste''s face remained cold, "Marvin, stop covering for her. I saw it with my own eyes—she pushed you. And besides..." She fixed her gaze on Rachel, unwavering, "Not long ago, you pushed Marvin to stop him from helping Keen."