Chapter 937
Haley stepped into the elevator, catching a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror as the doors slid shut. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her lips still held a frosty, hostile edge.
Haley slowly lifted her hand, almost feeling the sting of the slap she gave Hollis.
She was furious. When Hollis insulted her late mother, rage boiled over, clouding her mind. But normally, no matter how mad she got, she'd never hit an elder.
Haley tried to calm herself, pressing her temples.
As she exited the elevator, Ivan approached.
Sunlight streamed behind him, his black trench coat and gray sweater giving off an unusual warmth. He strode towards her.
"Is it over?" Ivan wrapped an arm around her waist, guiding her out.
Haley looked down. "Ivan, I just hit Hollis."
Ivan's expression barely changed. "For you to do that, Hollis must've really crossed a line."
Haley gave a bitter smile. "No matter what she said, I shouldn't have gone that far. I slapped her, yanked her hair, and threw her against a trash can. She got a cut on her head and bled a lot."
As the elevator doors closed, she saw blood trickling from Hollis's forehead.
Ivan's fingers tensed for a moment, but his face stayed calm. "It's nothing. Don't worry."
He opened the passenger door and helped Haley with her seatbelt.
Before starting the car, Ivan sent a message to Luke.
They drove smoothly down the road. Ivan took Haley to lunch first, then home.
On New Year's Day, the roads were almost empty, so they got home quickly.
The four kids had friends over from kindergarten, making the house lively. After greeting the kids, Haley went upstairs to rest.
The noise from downstairs made her put in earplugs, and she fell asleep in Ivan's arms.
Once her breathing steadied, Ivan opened his laptop. His face darkened at the trending news.
He knew Hollis wouldn't let it go, so he had Luke keep an eye on the online chatter.
As soon as the news about the Lumi Group's illegitimate daughter slapping her aunt broke, the Winston Group's marketing team paid to suppress it.
All media outlets got instructions from the Winston Group to avoid reporting on it.
An hour of online silence later, Hollis went live. Her head was bandaged, blood seeping through. A bright red handprint marked her face, making her look utterly worn out.
Lying in a hospital bed with an IV, Hollis accused, "I can't believe my own niece Haley hit me over something so trivial. She's already secured her spot as the Lumi Group heir. To humiliate me, she grabbed my hair in public. How could I be beaten by someone younger?"
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