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    Vivian expressed her concerns with a worried frown, saying, “I hope it doesn’te to that.”


    Rosie, feeling pushed to the limit, responded in anger, “Let theme. I’m ready to face anyone who tries to cause trouble here.”


    As darkness settled, Sylvie and Vivian remained uneasy. Vivian suggested, “Perhaps it’s safer if you don’t stay here tonight. If someonees here to harm you, it might be difficult for you to escape quickly with your leg in this condition.”


    But Rosie felt secure in her family’s influence. “I’m a Harper; no one would daree here to harm me. If they do, they’re signing their own death warrant.”


    Reassured, Sylvie and Vivian departed after a while.


    Rachael came byter, bringing dinner for Rosie.


    The events of the day had taken their toll on Rosie’s appetite, and she managed only a few bites before pushing the food away.


    Just then, the door suddenly burst open. A man in a baseball cap stormed in, arge bucket in hand. He marched up to Rosie’s bed and said, “You’re Rosie, right?”


    Rosie didn’t notice what he was holding and simply nodded.


    A secondter, with a loud ssh, the whole bucket of scraps came crashing down over Rosie, soaking her from head to toe.


    “Ah!” Rosie’s scream echoed through the room as she was suddenly covered in the foul mess.


    Rachael stood frozen in shock as Rosie was soaked in foul-smelling waste. It took her a moment to process what had happened. By the time she did, the person responsible had already vanished down the hospital corridor.


    She was stunned, unable to move for a moment. She didn’t know what to do with Rosie, who was now covered in filth.


    Rosie kept screaming. Her voice drew a crowd of doctors, nurses, and patients.


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    The young nurse and the older head nurse looked at her with apparent disgust. Neither of them showed the slightest bit of sympathy. Two junior nurses lingered by the door, whispering as they pointed at Rosie. “So that’s Rosie Harper? Serves her right for being so mean.”


    “Look at her now. That’s karma if I’ve ever seen it.”


    Just then, the head nurse scowled and said, “Clean her up now. We’ll disinfect the areater. This is disgusting. What terrible luck for this hospital to have a patient like her. Get moving before the germs spread!”


    A doctor showed up momentster but didn’t bothering any closer to Rosie to check on her. He took one look at her from the doorway and walked away.


    Rosie caught the stares from the other patients and their families gathered near her door. Their faces twisted with revulsion. She felt so filthy that, for a split second, she wanted to jump out the window. But she didn’t want to die just because of this.


    Some in the crowd recognized her since she had been trending online. One person quietly snapped a photo of her. Within minutes, it was online and spreading fast.


    On the top floor of the Mitchell Group building, Ethan had just returned from the conference room when Neville approached him with a tablet. Neville said, “Mr. Mitchell, as you instructed, we’ve circted the news about Rosie on social media and the major local forums. There are already hundreds of thousands of negativements flooding in.”


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