When Rodrigo arrived in a hurry, I was pushing Helena's head into the toilet bowl.
"Skye?"
Seeing my battered body, he took off his coat and draped it over me, covering me from head to toe.
"It's okay... Let go, Skye, you have wounds on your hands."
Helena cried and vomited. "So disgusting... So disgusting..."
Not far away, Calvin lay curled up on the floor, his eyes vacant and his face devoid of color.
Below, a steel pen was deeply embedded in the wooden floor.
He muttered, "Call an ambulance..."
I struggled to break free from Rodrigo's grip. "Calvin, die!"
Rodrigo held me tightly, gently smoothing my hair, his voice calm yet terrifying. "Good girl, it's okay, let me handle this."
His hands were trembling slightly, and it took great effort to keep me in his embrace.
I leaned against him, tears pouring down my face. "I want to sever ties with Keagan Bowers."
"I want to report this! I want them all to go to jail!"
"Good, we won't let them off."
Blood dripped from my elbow, and my knees were scraped.
My hair had been torn out in patches, leaving me looking utterly disheveled.
Rodrigo took me with him.
As we passed by Calvin, he suddenly kicked him in the stomach.
Then he slowly stepped on his face. "Calvin, do you want to die?"
Calvin's mouth was full of blood as he rambled. "I posted her video, ha ha ha, she wasn't wearing clothes, Rodrigo, you've lost face."
"So what if she wasn't wearing clothes?"
I said expressionlessly, "This skin, whoever wants to see it can see it. If anyone dares to spread rumors about me, I'll sue them, one by one, and send them all in to keep you company."
Calvin's eyes flashed with resentment as he spat out, "You filthy pair of scumbags—"
With a glance from Rodrigo, someone stuffed a cloth into his mouth.
"Wait for the police."
I held onto his arm and walked out of the door.
My father, sitting in his wheelchair, looked surprised when he saw me come out unharmed. "How did you..."
I walked past him without looking at him, then suddenly turned back and kicked over his wheelchair.
This incident exploded online.
Early in the morning, a large group of reporters were blocking the entrance to the Bowers Family's home, surrounding it tightly.
"Mr. Bowers, were you aware that your second daughter conspired with outsiders to bully your eldest daughter?"
My father's gaze flickered. "I wasn't aware."
Helena's mother stared at my father in disbelief, crying hysterically. "How could you not know? You said you were going to kick that little slut out of the house!"
"What nonsense are you talking about!"
"I don't care, my daughter is a princess in the Bowers family! She can't go to jail!"
Calvin's mother got out of her car from a distance and rushed straight towards Helena's mother, slapping her.
"A princess? What kind of princess would hook up with her sister's fiancé?"
The media, hearing this, raised their cameras.
Helena's mother didn't back down. "Clearly, it's your son who's cheating. What right do you have to criticize me?"
My father tried to smooth things over, only to get his face scratched.
You see, when they had money, everyone pretended to be respectable.
Now that they have no money or power, they have no dignity and don't care about their reputation.
Everyone's expressions changed. Everyone mocked them. "We're seeing something new here – a father colluding with his second daughter to spread his eldest daughter's private photos..."
"Wow, that's really vicious, isn't it? With a stepmother, there's a stepfather too."
"Calvin isn't any good either. Rumor has it that the Stewart Group has been suffering losses, and it's because Keagan promised him benefits that he came."
"A company like this, avoid it."
Meanwhile, my house was also surrounded.
Reporters blocked Rodrigo. "Mr. Paul, what's your take on your wife kicking over her father's wheelchair?"
Rodrigo smiled slightly. "Some people disrespect their elders and reap what they sow."
"Is your wife's emotional state... unstable?"
Rodrigo casually patted my head. "No worries, she often goes crazy. If ordinary people don't provoke her, there won't be any danger. But if you write false stories, I can't guarantee anything."
Scattered laughter echoed around.
Thanks to the media coverage, I gained some popularity again.
Half a month later, I officially took over the company.
The stock price rose.
Everything proceeded according to plan.
Rodrigo and my wedding was scheduled for three months later.
He took me to meet his parents at the home.
