Chapter 116: Treatment Comes First

Turning down Love's offer to accompany me, I arrived at the hospital where Elsa was staying. She leaned against the headboard, basking in Jack and Mom's attention with a faint smile.

The moment I entered, she shrank under the covers, feigning surprise. Jack instinctively moved to shield her, his expression wary.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded.

I raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you tell me to come and apologize?" I shook the fruit basket in my hand before placing it on the bedside table.

A flicker of unease crossed Jack's face, but his tone softened slightly. "At least you're acting like a proper sister now. Hurry up and apologize to Elsa."

I shook my head. "I don't think I did anything wrong." I reached out and pulled Jack aside, then sat directly on Elsa's bed, ignoring her apprehensive gaze. "Tell me, do you really think I was wrong?"

Elsa wanted to say yes, but with Jack and Mom present, she maintained her delicate, innocent facade.

"Jane, I didn't post that video. My friend did. She was just worried about me, so—"

I didn't accuse her. Instead, I responded with a calm smile, "Even so, she shouldn't have edited it so poorly. I told you to take more time to understand design, didn't I?" Her gaze darted away nervously. I knew she was preparing to deny it. "Good thing I had surveillance cameras installed. If not, your friend could have ruined me."

A flash of panic crossed Elsa's face. Just as I suspected—she never imagined I would have surveillance footage.

Her voice trembled slightly. "Of course…" she forced the words out through gritted teeth.

"That's great. Since it was all a misunderstanding, why don't you post a statement clearing things up?" The best way to resolve this was for the supposed "victim" to speak up.

Elsa pressed her lips together, visibly reluctant.

I looked surprised. "What? You don't want to?"

Before Elsa could answer, Jack spoke up in frustration. "Elsa just woke up and isn't feeling well. Why are you forcing her?" Elsa let out a couple of weak coughs, looking as if she might faint.

I sighed regretfully. "Oh, I see. Well, in that case, I'll just have to post the surveillance footage online. I—"

"Wait!" Elsa's panicked voice stopped me. "I'll do it. I need to rest. I need to get back to the studio." If I released the footage, some people would still defend her, but the flawless image she had carefully cultivated would be tarnished.

"Jack, give me my phone. I can't let Jane be misunderstood like this," she said, reaching for him.

Jack hesitated, but seeing her determined expression, he reluctantly handed it over, shooting me a sharp glare. I met his gaze with an innocent look, unfazed by his hostility.

As Elsa tapped on her phone and sent out the statement, I shifted my focus to Mom. "Mom, Elsa keeps having these depression episodes. She can't go on like this, can she?"

Before Mom could respond, Jack frowned. "What are you trying to say?"

Sensing the rising tension, Mom quickly intervened. "Jack, calm down. Jane is just concerned about Elsa." She shot him a disapproving glance. "There's nothing we can do. The doctor prescribed medication, but Elsa refuses to take it. She says it interferes with her creativity, making it impossible for her to design. No matter what we say, she refuses!"

I smirked as I watched Elsa's expression turn uneasy. Of course, she wouldn't take it because she wasn't actually depressed.

"I already spoke with the doctor. There won't be any side effects. Shouldn't getting her treated be the real priority here?"