Back in the car, Miranda was still fuming. Seeing M engrossed in her phone, she assumed M was upset and instinctively wrapped her in a tight hug.


    "M, it''s going to be alright. Things will get better," Miranda consoled.


    M, caught off-guard by the embrace, felt a mix of gratitude and amusement. However, the pressure on her shoulder made her wince in pain.


    "What''s wrong?" Miranda asked, startled. She hadn''t seen M cry since her wedding, and it rmed her.


    M frowned, "It''s nothing, just my shoulder."


    Miranda paused, suddenly recalling that Leonard''s outstretched arm had hit M''s shoulder de earlier.


    With the warmth of the car''s heater, Miranda didn''t hesitate to pull down M''s cor. Her eyes watered at the sight.


    M''s shoulder de was a patchwork of bruises, purple and blue against her fair skin. Leonard had always been strong, and in trying to stop M earlier, he''d used too much force, leaving her injured.


    "Those bastards! They treat people like dirt!" Miranda seethed with anger, tears streaming down her face before M even reacted.


    "It''s okay, it''ll heal with some ointment," M reassured her. But seeing the persistent worry on Miranda''s face, she pulled out her phone and waved it at her friend.


    "Take a look at this."


    Miranda, wiping her tears, nced at the screen and her eyes lit up with surprise and joy. "Weren''t these photos deleted?"


    Disyed on the screen were the intimate photos of Lysander and Giselle that Leonard had forced her to delete.


    M adjusted her cor and smiled, "Did you forget what I do for a living?"


    Although she initially studiedputer science for Lysander, who never appreciated her efforts, she had be quite the expert. Recovering deleted photos was a simple task for someone with her skills.


    Miranda blinked, "Oh right! You''re amazing, darling!"


    Careful to avoid M''s bruised shoulder, Miranda snuggled into her friend. She knew M dislikedputer science, a field she only pursued for Lysander''s sake, despite his indifference.


    But Miranda always admired her friend''s dedication.


    "Don''t worry, this isn''t enough yet, but I''ll work my hardest. I might not specialize in divorce cases, but I''ll even go back to school and ask my professors for help if I have to. We''ll get you out of this marriage with style! Those two deserve nothing less!"


    Miranda thumped her chest with determination. "We don''t need that jerk. The next one will be much better!"


    M chuckled, choosing to ignore the sting in her heart. She voiced her concern, "But what about Leonard''s threats today? Your career..."


    Miranda waved her hand dismissively, "If I can''t even handle my best friend''s case, what kind ofwyer am I? I might as well go home and take over the family business."


    M knew Miranda was just trying to reassure her. Being awyer was Miranda''s lifelong dream. Why else would a wealthy heiress endure so much hardship to reach her current position? It was certainly not something she''d give up easily.


    But knowing Miranda had made up her mind, M decided not to protest further. Otherwise, Miranda might get upset.


    She smiled and ruffled Miranda''s hair. "I''ll be counting on you then. I''ve decided to return to art and design. If ites to it, I''ll hire you as my personal attorney at a high sry."