His musings were cut short by the sweet chime of his phone. Answering with nonchalance, he heard Elva's anxious voice.

"Mr. James! Sandra's heart issue has flared up again!"

"What's going on?" Elijah inquired, his voice laced with concern.

Elva paused, searching for the right words. "Last night, there was confusion—possibly a production oversight—they sponsored some hashtags about the audition. When Sandra's fans attacked Elizabeth, she retaliated by leaking audition clips. You know Sandra—her skills might not be top-tier, but her dedication is unwavering. Unfortunately, the leaked footage sparked a fierce online debate, and critics accused her of underhanded tactics. It deeply affected her. Being sensitive, she took the criticism to heart. As soon as I heard about the backlash, I rushed to get her something to relax, hoping to ease her into sleep. But she was already overwhelmed, sobbing uncontrollably until exhaustion brought a fitful, nightmare-filled sleep. This morning, she was a mess—panic-stricken, her heart pounding. I was so alarmed I called an ambulance. We managed to calm her down, and that's when I contacted you."

Elijah pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling sharply. "Didn't I tell Oliver to block all related posts immediately? How did she even see it?"