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    The couple kept up their dramatic act, kneeling and begging, making a scene that threatened to upset Kiera. Annoyed, Louis instructed the bodyguards to remove them.


    Once the hallway was quiet again, Louis stepped back into Kiera’s ward.


    Kiera sat up slowly when she saw him. Her voice trembled. “Who was outside? Did those people trail us here?”


    The worry behind her question was clear in her eyes, made worse by the way hershes fluttered with unease.


    Louis inwardly chastised himself. He should have done more to keep her safe. Trying to hold back his frustration, he softened his voice. “Just a couple who wandered into the wrong room. Nothing to worry about. They weren’t here for us. You need to rest, Kiera. No one can get through this floor without clearance. This is a private ward—you’repletely safe.”


    Malcolm stood quietly nearby, choosing not to expose the lie. He knew his sister didn’t need any more fear than she was already carrying.


    After being forced out of the hospital, the girl’s parents retaliated in the only way they knew how.


    Unbeknownst to Louis, the father had recorded the entire encounter—the mother on her knees, begging for mercy, while Louis stood over her, aloof and unmoved.


    Once that clip hit the inte, it caught fire. In just a few hours, it racked up hundreds of thousands of views and was being shared across every tform imaginable.


    The public couldn’t look away from the brutal contrast: a tearful woman on the floor versus an emotionless man refusing to bend. That was all it took.


    Criticizing Louis became a way for people to express their sense of moral superiority.


    “This video is making my blood boil!”


    “What kind of person watches a mother beg and does nothing? Doesn’t Louis have a heart—or a mother of his own?”


    “He’s not some tragic genius. He’s just a rich jerk ying pretend.”


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    “If someone made my mom kneel like that, I’de unglued.”


    “Louis has zero acting skills. He’s got no decency. Why do people still support him?”


    “I’m done with him. Never watching anything with his face in it again.”


    “Apologize, Louis! Get out of the entertainment industry!”


    What began as criticism snowballed into a movement. Thousands swarmed the film’s review pages, dragging A Dream Within a Dream from a near-perfect 9.8 to a humiliating 2. The box office numbers copsed right behind it.


    Anger turned into action as peopleunched official petitions, some even filed on government websites, demanding a formal apology and Louis’s resignation from the industry altogether.


    In just days, public opinionpletely reversed the narrative. The girl who had sparked the chaos became a symbol of innocence and suffering, while Louis was cast as a cold-blooded viin.


    While the world erupted in outrage, Louis—the man at the center of the storm—remainedpletely unfazed. After all, people had every right to express their opinions.


    There were only two uphill battles worth noting: taking what belonged to someone else and convincing groups to think the way you do. Since Louis didn’t believe he was in the wrong, backing down wasn’t even an option.


    What most of Louis’s critics seemed to forget was one simple truth: Louis wasn’t just a celebrity. They saw a famous face but didn’t see the legacy behind it. Louis belonged to the Harper family—one of the most powerful names in the.


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