The secretary watched Quennel''s grim face and asked the question in a small voice.


    "It doesn''t matter. Even if we bury this story, another one will just pop up. The Rosenberg family''s money isn''t meant for cleaning up his messes!"


    They had already spent a fortune suppressing scandals for him, but the stories were appearing faster than they could take them down. There was no point in continuing. "Understood," the secretary nodded, agreeing that Quennel had a point.


    Half an hourter, Quennel arrived at the hospital.


    He had his secretary and driver wait downstairs while he went up to Lionel''s room alone.


    When he arrived, he found Lionel covered in bandages, with tubes running into his arms. He was aplete wreck, and even his face was bruised and swollen.


    "What are you doing here?"


    Hearing someone enter, Lionel had initially thought it was Hannah. He turned his head in excitement, but his expression darkened instantly when he saw it was Quennel.


    "What happened?" Quennel asked, his voice low as he sat on the nearby sofa.


    "Do you have any idea that you getting beaten up is trending online again?" Lionel''s brow furrowed slightly. "I didn''t know. What''s so newsworthy about that? You didn''te here just to tell me this, did you?"


    "Hmph," Quennel scoffed, his eyes filled with anger. "I couldn''t care less that you were beaten up or that it''s trending. But because of you, Hannah''s been dragged into it again!"


    Lionel froze for a few seconds, struggling to process the words.


    He winced, pushing himself up slowly with his elbows, the pain shooting through his body.


    "What did you say?"


    Quennel just stared at him silently.


    "How could I get dragged into this with Hannah? Quennel, did you do something behind my back again? If you have a problem youe at


    me Leave Hannah out of it, you hear me?"


    Watching him jump to usations, Quennel got a taste of what Hannah must have felt being wrongly med. It was an awful feeling.


    He truly pitied Hannah for having to put up with such an idiot for so long.


    "Don''t you have a phone? Why don''t you look for yourself?" Quennel said coldly.


    Lionel nced at the phone on his nightstand and struggled to reach for it.


    Quennel remained on the sofa, watching him struggle without any intention of helping.


    After a moment of effort, Lionel finally got his phone.


    He opened it to the trending topics, and his face grew darker and darker as he read. "What is this? Why would they think Hannah did it? This has nothing to do with her!"


    Seeing the gossip blogs and thements fromizens, the vast majority of whom were convinced,


    Hannah was behind it and were cursing her out, left a sour taste in Lionel''s mouth.


    "Because your names are linked now. Whenever something happens to one of you,


    people will automatically assume the other is responsible!"


    Quennel red at him. "I suggest


    you go and clear this up, before your messes ruin Hannah''s reputation She''s done nothing but suffer by


    your side!"


    "This is our business. What does it have to you? And why are you here anyway?


    Just to tell me about some trending topic?"


    "Of course not. I''m just curious who beat you up. Or rather, who you managed to piss off this time."