Stella’s blood pressure shot straight to the roof the moment she glanced at the video.
She demanded, “Where did this video come from?”
“It looks like it leaked from some rich kids’ group chat. But now it’s all over the internet.”
Without another word, Stella grabbed her phone and called Cedric Clarke.
Cedric picked up almost immediately, beating her to the punch: “You saw the video too, didn’t you?”
Stella paused. “You saw it as well?”
“Yeah. I’m already in the parking garage. Just come down—I’m by Section C.”
“Got it!”
She hung up and made a beeline for the underground garage.
***
Meanwhile, in a quiet hospital room, Julia slowly opened her eyes.
“Gee…”
Gina rushed to her side. “I’m right here. How are you feeling? Want some water?”
“I want to go home.”
Gina frowned. “You’re still sick, Julia. You can’t just leave now.”
“The holidays are four days away. I want to spend New Year’s at home.”
“At least wait until Ms. Kensington gets here, okay? We’ll talk it over together.”
“If I go home, she’ll come home too.”
Julia pushed herself upright, meeting Gina’s worried gaze, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “Gee, all of you have been hiding things from me. But I have cancer. If Dr. Lockwood hadn’t slipped up this morning, I’d still have no idea.”
Gina froze, stunned into silence.
After a moment, she finally stammered, “You… you know?”
“You shouldn’t have kept it from me. I’m not that fragile. If I’m sick, I’ll get treated. No need to act like it’s the end of the world.”
“Is that really how you feel?” Gina studied Julia’s face, searching for cracks.
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