Chapter 378 Try Going Higher
Elsa barely had time to react before the burly nurse nearby rushed over.
She grabbed Margaret by the hair and slapped her hard across both cheeks.
"Get a grip, you nutcase!"
Margaret crumpled to the floor, the terror in her eyes fading to a dull gray.
This once-pampered heiress, adored since childhood, had finally hit rock bottom.
"Margaret, do you still think you did nothing wrong?"
"I didn't do anything wrong! It's all your fault, you monster!" Margaret screamed.
This was the same woman who had pulled her father's oxygen tube to distract Luke, caused Elsa's child to die, and led to the deaths of two drivers. She believed her only mistake was getting caught.
Luke had clearly told Nyx everything, otherwise, Nyx wouldn't have had a stroke.
Now, Nyx couldn't even take care of herself, let alone dare to ask Luke for Margaret. Margaret had only two paths: either pretend to be insane or be handed over by Luke to face the death penalty for two murders.
Nyx, over fifty and having just lost her only daughter, had to pretend to be insane to survive. It was pitiful.
Margaret was beyond reason, and Elsa watched coldly, gradually finding peace.
The villains in the story had received their due punishment. She couldn't stay trapped in past pain forever.
It was already late when Elsa left the psychiatric hospital, but she still went to Leslie's grave.
"Even though I was taught to believe in a material world, after you left, I desperately hoped there were ghosts," she said, placing a large bouquet of flowers on Leslie's grave with a bitter smile.
Unexpectedly, she saw an even larger bouquet nearby, not the usual funeral flowers, but rare roses, lisianthus, and carnations, their petals fresh and vibrant, clearly placed there recently.
"Has someone been here?" She asked the cemetery caretaker.
"Your husband comes several times a month. Didn't you know?" The caretaker looked puzzled, then added, "Your husband is a good man. If he cares this much about a deceased mother-in-law, he must be even better to you."
Elsa pressed her lips together, saying nothing.
Luke always did these thankless tasks without seeking credit. She should have been used to it by now.
He wasn't her husband, but he was indeed good to her.
Elsa remained silent, kneeling in front of her mother's grave for a long time. When she finally stood up, her back and knees ached.
"Mom, starting tomorrow, I'm going to live a new life."
Elsa wiped the moisture from her eyelashes, smiled brightly at the photo on the tombstone, and stood up.
After everything she had been through, she was still just a girl not yet 22. Her life was beginning.
At its peak, Elsa's internet fame surged to millions of followers in this fast-paced era, but it gradually declined.
Fortunately, Elsa had achieved her goal. Her fashion brand had become a leader in its price range and was known to anyone with a slight interest in fashion.
Elsa's plan was twofold: first, gradually distance herself from live streaming, then expand into physical stores, combining online and traditional retail.
To Elsa, these steps were just natural progressions. She was adapting to the current situation and moving forward steadily.
But it wasn't until the end of the season, when she and Jonathan reviewed the financial data, that she was surprised to find they had not only recouped their initial investment but had also made a net profit of over $200 million!
"You have a real talent for business," Jonathan said.
"I didn't do anything special," Elsa replied, not out of modesty.
In truth, she had invested more labor and time in the factory than anything else. The effort she put into taking down the Miller family was far greater, even more than finding flaws in their construction projects.
"This just proves that making money comes naturally to you. You know, many people exhaust themselves trying to earn a few extra thousand dollars a year. Honestly, you're already in the big leagues now. Why not aim even higher?"
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