Chapter 13 Living Is the Best Revenge
The livestream comment section erupted.
“If Elsa had just taken a shower like she was supposed to, Quinn wouldn’t have gotten hurt!”
“That manipulative woman went off to practice on purpose–she planned this from the start!”
“Exactly, it’s all her fault!”
Elsa hadn’t expected so many people to be blaming her in the comments.
For a brief moment, she even started to wonder if this really was her fault.
And then-
“The defendant has lost consciousness. The trial is suspended immediately!”
The judge’s gavel pounded as the wail of an ambulance siren filled the air.
Elsa’s pale face sank into the stretcher, her arms limp at her sides.
“That homewrecker still has the nerve to act pitiful?”
Even as she was being loaded into the ambulance, the crowd outside hurled rotten tomatoes at the windows.
The sea of faces outside twisted into grotesque monsters, hundreds of hands slapping at the vehicle.
“Why are they saving her? Let her die!”
The nurse’s hands trembled as she gripped the defibrillator.
She caught sight of the crisscrossed scars on Elsa’s wrist and froze for a second.
It wasn’t until the monitors began beeping urgently that she snapped out of it.
“Blood pressure is dangerously low. No signs of spontaneous breathing.”
The intern’s voice shook. “Wendy, should we still be trying to save her?”
The senior nurse yanked Elsa’s collar open and slammed the electrode pads to her chest.
“What are you waiting for? You want to be canceled for letting someone die?”
“Have you forgotten what we swore when we took this job?”
Even if this patient was potentially a criminal….
To medical staff, there was no such thing as class or guilt.
Guilt was for the courts to decide.
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Electricity surged through Elsa’s frail body, making her arch violently before crashing back down onto the stretcher.
“Beeeeeerp. ”
The heart monitor let out a long, piercing tone.
Was it all over?
In the haze of her fading consciousness, Elsa saw her eight–year–old self standing on tiptoe to polish a trophy,
It felt like she had crossed into another world, one filled with warmth and kindness.
Here, no one cared about her background. Everyone was treated as an individual.
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Chapter 13 Living Is the Best Revenge
In that place. Elsa finally felt like she could just be herself.
Free to do what she truly loved.
“Third defibrillation! Clear!”
Elsa’s body throbbed in pain. Her eyelids grew heavier by the second.
Everything felt painfully real.
Agonizing waves tore through her, like she was being ripped apart from the inside.
In her dream, she danced on bloodied toes beneath the stage lights.
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Judges once praised her performance in Rising Phoenix, saying she moved like a phoenix rising from the ashes–but now, her, feathers had been ripped out, one by one, and none of them belonged to her anymore.
“Mommy…
In the depths of memory, a little girl curled up in a basement looked up at the towering figure of Mandy.
“Elsa will be good… please don’t lock me in here again…”
“Pupils dilating!”
“Vitals dropping fast–focus!”
Suddenly, the fragmented memories stopped–frozen in time on the stairwell.
She and Johnson sat side by side on the steps, the warmth of fried dumplings radiating through the lunchbox into her palms.
Then–beep.
The flat line on the heart monitor jumped.
“We’ve got a heartbeat! She’s stabilizing!” The intern’s voice rang with excitement.
“We’re almost at the hospital. Notify the ER for immediate intake.”
No one knew how much time had passed.
Elsa didn’t know where she was.
The sharp scent of disinfectant filled her nostrils.
Everything in sight was white.
Her first instinct was that she’d reached heaven.
But then she thought again.
So many people hated her–wished her dead. There was no way she’d be in heaven.
Somewhere in the distance, she heard the steady beeping of machines:”
She reached out for the bed rail, trying to sit up, but accidentally yanked out the IV needle in her hand.
“Don’t move You pulled out your IV line!”
The nurse checking Elsa’s vitals suddenly realized she was awake.
Seeing her remove the IV. the nurse rushed forward to stop her. “You’re in multiple organ failure, how could you-
Then her words caught in her throat
She stared, stunned, at the “criminal” the entire country had condemned–smiling with a chilling, sorrowful elegance
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Chapter 13 Living is the Best Revenge
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“Did I disappoint them?” Elsa licked her dry lips, chuckled faintly. “Looks like not even hell wants me.”
A sudden burst of noise echoed from the hallway.
Quinn’s sugary voice pierced the door and drifted into the room. “I just want to see Elsa…”
“I understand you’re worried,” said a nurse. “but the patient needs rest.”
“Please, just five minutes. I brought her favorite apples.”
Elsa’s eyes locked on the door handle as it slowly turned.
She grabbed the saline bottle next to her.
The moment Quinn stepped in with the fruit basket, Elsa hurled the bottle at her feet.
Glass shattered, drawing gasps from everyone nearby.
Elsa tilted her head, expressionless as she stared at Quinn.
There was no way she believed Quinn had come out of kindness.
“What are you doing here? Want to check if I’m dead yet?”
The fruit basket hit the floor, apples scattering across the ground.
Quinn’s carefully arranged expression stiffened before she quickly switched to her innocent act.
“I just… I was worried about you, so I came to check in.“”
What Elsa didn’t know was that a miniature camera was clipped to Quim’s clothing
Everything happening in the hospital room was being broadcast live,
Within ten minutes, Quinn’s stream had over a million viewers.
“No way! Quinn came to visit her, and Elsa still acts like a brat?”
“Seriously I wouldn’t have even wasted money on expensive fruit. Let her rot.”
“Ar first I felt bad for what I said about Elsa… now I think she brought this on herself.”
“Come on, she’s hospitalized. Let’s cut her some slack.
No one made her end up here. If she’d just told the truth earlier, none of this would’ve happened”
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“You tell me.” Elsa brushed her fingers over the monitor on her wrist, her voice soft. “If I pull the oxygen tube mow will people pity you or think you drove me to it?”
“You’re insane” Qann snapped, fleeing the room in a panic,
Elsa watched her retrating figure, a faint smile on her lips.
“Laving” she winspered to herself, head lowered. “Is the best revenge”
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