Melody blurted out, "How is that possible? It's obviously you wrote it!" She stopped mid-sentence, unable to utter the accusation. Tiffany blinked curiously, asking, "Huh? What is it?"

"Nothing," Melody replied, her heart skipping a beat. She tried a different approach, asking tentatively, "I remember you were interested in scriptwriting. You even wrote a draft"

"Did I?" Tiffany pondered, then realized, "Oh right, I remember copying someone else's work for fun!"

Melody remained silent, attempting to change the subject, but ultimately returning to the core issue. She looked at Tiffany with a complicated expression, unsure if her reaction was genuine. Harold, however, lost his patience.

"An apology will suffice for fooling me," he declared, "but the original party may still pursue the matter."

Sitting on the hospital bed, her head still bandaged, Melody apologized quietly, hoping to avoid further repercussions. "I'm so sorry. It was a coincidence, a misunderstanding entirely my fault." While profusely apologetic, she didn't admit to deception, instead blaming coincidence.

Harold shook his head, his expression disappointed and admonishing. "To progress, you must be humble. You're young; you can still correct your mistakes." He left after instructing Melody to not claim others' work and to rectify the situation immediately. He wasn't sure she'd heed his words, but he'd delivered his message.

His departure left the others exchanging uneasy glances. They'd been so proud of Melody; the revelation that she hadn't written the script was shocking and deeply uncomfortable. Their expressions were indescribable as the truth shattered their earlier admiration. They quickly dispersed, muttering about how embarrassing the situation was.

Tiffany yawned and started to leave, but Melody stopped her. "You know, don't you?"

"Know what?" Tiffany replied, bored. "I already said I copied it for fun. The script was written by a StarRise Entertainment screenwriter. I just copied it to practice my handwriting." She smirked, then asked, "How did you know I wrote a draft?"

Melody was about to fabricate an excuse when Kenneth arrived from the equipment room, interrupting the tense silence and relieving Melody's embarrassment. Tiffany left without lingering.

Melody's eyes welled up at the sight of Kenneth. Feeling wronged, she fought back tears, asking with a strained smile, "Kenneth, are you disappointed in me?"

Though not present, Kenneth had heard the rumors. He touched her head, saying simply, "No, I believe in you."

Melody sobbed, leaning into his embrace. "But I didn't do it! I don't know why this happened" She felt betrayed, having meticulously checked her work, only to be upended by StarRise Entertainment's unexpected involvement. The thought of facing their potential retribution was overwhelming.

Kenneth's heart ached at her distress. "Don't worry. I'll clear your name."

"No, it's my fault," she insisted, frustrated. "I didn't know such a coincidence was possible. The probability is too low; I can't believe it myself." She wouldn't admit to lying or plagiarizing, fearing Kenneth's judgment.

Understanding her desire to avoid a scandal, Kenneth reassured her, "Don't worry, I'll mediate with the company."

His words eased her anxiety. Her tearful eyes cleared, replaced by a grateful and shy smile. Kenneth, momentarily stunned by her beauty, awkwardly covered his mouth.

"You don't have to be so polite," he mumbled. A romantic atmosphere filled the room.

True to his word, Kenneth contacted StarRise Entertainment, hoping to settle the matter as a misunderstanding. He suggested the similarity in personality and background between Melody and their screenwriter was fated, obviating the need for further action.

However, the response was far from conciliatory. The text read: "[I'm sorry. Let's leave my screenwriter out of this matter. We don't accept your explanation and extortion!]"

Kenneth was furious. The person in charge remained polite but firm, their politeness concealing their refusal to accept his apology. Despite his anger, he responded, "What do you mean?"

"Apologize," came the reply. "Asking for forgiveness without admitting fault isn't appropriate, Mr. Harper."

"Alright, I apologize on behalf of my friend. Is that enough?" Kenneth's tone hardened.

"No," came the infuriating response. "An apology doesn't mean we have to accept it. Do you understand, Mr. Harper?"

Kenneth, enraged, hung up, his face darkening. He instructed his subordinates to find the contact information of StarRise Entertainment's owner, determined to resolve the issue personally.