Revenge is best served cold

Turning down Levi's offer to accompany me, I arrived at the hospital where Elsa was staying. She lounged against the headboard, basking in the attention of Jack and Mom with a faint smile on her lips.

The moment I stepped inside, she immediately shrank under the covers, pretending to be startled. Jack instinctively moved to shield her, his expression wary.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded.

I raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you tell me to come and apologize?"

To emphasize my point, I even shook the fruit basket in my hand before placing it on the side cabinet.

A flicker of unease crossed Jack's face, but his tone softened slightly. "At least you're acting like a proper sister now. Hurry up and apologize to Elsa."

I shook my head. "But I don't think I did anything wrong."

I reached out and pulled Jack aside, then sat directly on Elsa's bed, completely ignoring the wary look in her eyes. "Tell me, do you really think I was wrong?"

Of course, Elsa wanted to say yes. But with Jack and Mom present, she had to maintain her delicate, innocent facade.

"Jane, I didn't post that video. My friend did... She was just worried about me, so—"

I didn't accuse her. Instead, I responded with a calm smile, "Even so, she shouldn't have edited it so maliciously. I told you to take more time to understand design, didn't I?"

Her gaze darted away nervously. I could tell she was preparing to deny it. "Good thing I had surveillance cameras installed. If not, your friend could've ruined me."

A flash of panic crossed Elsa's face.

Just as I suspected—she never imagined I would have surveillance footage.

Her voice trembled slightly. "Of course..."

She practically forced the words out through gritted teeth.

"That's great. Since it was all a misunderstanding, why don't you post a statement clearing things up?"

The best way to resolve this was for the supposed "victim" to speak up.

Elsa pressed her lips together, visibly reluctant.

I looked surprised. "What? You don't want to?"

Before Elsa could answer, Jack spoke up in frustration. "Elsa just woke up and isn't feeling well. Why are you forcing her?"

Right on cue, Elsa let out a couple of weak coughs, looking as if she might faint at any moment.

I sighed regretfully. "Oh, I see. Well, in that case, I'll just have to post the surveillance footage online. Take care and rest well. I need to get back to the studio."

"Wait!" Elsa's panicked voice stopped me.

If I released the footage, some people would still defend her, but the flawless image she had carefully built would be tarnished.

"Jack, give me my phone. I can't let Jane be misunderstood like this," she said, stretching her hand toward him.

Jack hesitated, but seeing her determined expression, he reluctantly handed it over. Of course, he didn't forget to shoot me a sharp glare in the process.

I met his gaze with an innocent look, completely unfazed by his hostility.

As Elsa tapped on her phone and sent out the statement, I shifted my focus to Mom. "Mom, Elsa keeps having these depression episodes. She can't go on like this, can she?"

Before Mom could respond, Jack frowned and said, "What are you trying to say?"

Sensing the rising tension, Mom quickly intervened. "Jack, calm down. Jane is just concerned about Elsa." She shot him a disapproving glance before sighing. "There's nothing we can do. The doctor did prescribe some medication, but Elsa refuses to take it. She says it'll interfere with her thinking and creativity, making it impossible for her to design. No matter what we say, she refuses to take it."

I smirked as I watched Elsa's expression turn uneasy.

Of course, she wouldn't take it because she wasn't actually depressed.

"I already spoke with the doctor. There won't be any side effects. Shouldn't getting her treated be the real priority here?"