She'd been in the hospital for quite a while now. Other than that one fake visit from Quinn early on, not a single person from the Moore family had shown up. Her head bowed low, Elsa let out a cold laugh. So much for clinging to the idea of family-it had vanished long ago. Meanwhile, due to Elsa's hospitalization, the trial had been abruptly halted. But the incident had stirred quite a storm online. Some netizens even launched a petition demanding that the judge hold the trial inside Elsa's hospital room. They didn't want her walking away unpunished. The judge, reading the public uproar, rubbed his temples in frustration and slammed a stack of documents on his desk. "These people act like they're watching a circus. She's in the hospital, and they still won't let it go!" His superior sighed beside him. "I get where you're coming from, but this case has made waves. Higher-ups want us to wrap it up quickly." "There's really no other way." The judge looked at Elsa's medical report, his eyes filled with helplessness. She'd only just been snatched back from death's door. Couldn't they at least give her some time to recover? After all, memory retrieval procedures were extremely taxing on the human body.. "Start preparing," his superior said. "This can't be dragged out any longer." "Got it." Not long after, the official Twitter account released a statement: "Elsa's live-streamed trial will resume in three days, with full nationwide coverage." Within minutes, the comment section flooded with responses. "Been waiting forever-finally happening!" "The last trial didn't even finish. What do you think-was Elsa faking it?" "I doubt it. She was hauled away in an ambulance. If she was faking, and they prove it, she'll end up worse off." "Good point. Honestly, it's too early to pick a side." "Exactly. Let's wait and see-there might be more to this than we know." Three days later. Tuesday, Elsa sat in her hospital room, staring out the window as a strange feeling washed over her. she'd gotten the update two nights ago and had been waiting ever since. Closing her eyes softly, she only hoped this could all be over soon. P. Mandy suddenly lunged toward the camera, wailing. "Your Honor! That girl's been a liar since she was little! She even crippled Quinn-there's nothing she wouldn't do!" Elsa's voice was raspy but clear. She looked toward Felix's suddenly rigid back and spoke slowly, word by word. "If you're so sure I'm guilty, then show me actual proof." "You think one blurry screenshot is enough to convict me?' She scoffed, the corners of her mouth twitching upward. "Did you see a sudden deposit in my account? Did I suddenly start wearing designer clothes?" "Stop trying to talk your way out of this!" Peter roared. Send Gifts 20 Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!