When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1292 Stirring Up Trouble

In the days that followed, whenever Cecilia had a spare moment, she’d visit Bailey at the hospital. But despite the passing days, there was still no sign of Bailey waking up,

The doctor frowned in puzzlement. “It’s strange. This patient has a strong will to live. She should’ve woken up by now.”

“Please take care of her and let me know if anything changes,” Cecilia instructed.

“Of course,” the doctor replied without hesitation, watching as Cecilia left the hospital.

Once outside, Cecilia headed straight for the branch company, formerly known as Evans Group.

Just days ago, she had put Ralph and Cassandra in their place, driving out some of their family members who had been pulling strings behind the scenes. But this morning, news reached him that they had stirred up the media outside the company.

A crowd of protesters had gathered, waving banners. Not far away, Ralph and Cassandra sat in a car, watching.

Ralph’s expression was cold and vengeful. “Kids these days are still too naïve. She thinks having a majority stake means she can run the company as she pleases. I’ll make sure her business crashes and burns.”

“Dad, I’ve got the media all over it,” Cassandra said proudly.

“Good work,” Ralph praised, his eyes lighting up with approval.

Cassandra couldn’t bear the sight of Cecilia succeeding. Given the chance, she’d love nothing more than to drag her into the mud and make sure she never climbed back out.

Inside the company, Charlotte was fuming. “They have no shame! When they worked here, they wasted time and partied. Now that the company’s under our boss, they still act like they run the place!”

“I’m going out there to give them a piece of my mind!” Charlotte rolled up her sleeves, ready to fight.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Lucille and Madeline quickly stopped her. “Hold up, don’t be hasty,” Lucille urged. “Let’s wait for Ceci to come back.”

“Yeah,” Madeline agreed. “If we confront them now, we’ll just look like the bad guys, especially with the media all over us.”

Charlotte understood, but the shamelessness outside was getting under her skin.

“The boss of the company is heartless! She fired us without cause and left our families with nothing!”

“My daughter’s tuition is gone! How’s she supposed to stay in school?”

“My mom’s in the hospital, and we can’t pay her bills! How could they fire long–time employee heartless!”

These complaints were shouted loud enough for the media to catch every word. They were all Ralph’s relatives, their accusations carefully planned. Some even held up photos of sick relatives–pictures they had likely pulled from the internet.

But the truth didn’t matter. With money backing them the media was more than happy to spread the stories about the laid–off employees.

Cecilia, arriving on the scene, stayed in the car for a moment. From a distance, she could already see the chaos.

Someone pointed toward her car. “That’s the boss! The heartless one!”

“Demand justice from her!” the crowd roared as they began to surge toward the car.

The driver, nervous, glanced at Cecilia. “Boss, we should leave. These people look dangerous.”

Cecilia rested her hand on her belly. “Leaving now would just confirm what they’re saying about us.”

But she couldn’t help worrying about her baby.

“What should we do?” The driver was getting more anxious as the mob approached. He had seen how debt collectors had once beaten someone to death right in front of him.