As she was frowning in thought, the sound of footsteps echoed from the corridor entrance.
"Fourth youngest." A middle-aged man in a dark striped shirt arrived in front of Louis and respectfully called out.
"You guys are way too slow." Louis straightened his body and sneered, "If you were any later, the flowers would have wilted."
"Rush hour, the roads were a bit slow," the man explained courteously.
"Take them all away," Louis cast a glance at the reporters, speaking indifferently, "First, I want their mouths shut tight, second..."
He lifted his eyes to look at Mia, "Not a single photo of this incident is allowed."
"Understood, understood." The man smiled knowingly, gave a signal to the seven or eight bodyguards behind him, then looked at him and suggested tentatively, "Madam and the young miss miss you very much, the Family Head’s suggestion is... how about coming to Myres Mansion for dinner tonight?"
"Sure, got it." Louis nodded indifferently.
——
The reporters were still confused about the situation when their caras were snatched away.
After a few minutes of chaos——
The corridor finally returned to complete silence.
Mia heard suppressed sobbing.
Turning her head, Zoey’s father had his hands over his head, deeply bowed.
In just one night, his sensible and ambitious daughter, along with his competitive wife, were gone.
Everything was gone.
Mia felt it deeply, her eyes reddening, she averted her gaze.
"If you want to cry, just cry." Louis held the back of her head with one hand, bent down to look into her eyes, pressing her face to his shoulder, and whispered, "Go ahead and cry, it’s nothing to be ashad of. No one will laugh at you."
Mia choked heavily, but the sound of crying never erged.
After a while, she pushed him away and said softly, "I need to call my dad."
The close ties between the Cox family and the Myres family made the resolution of this matter, clearing Zoey’s na, not easy.
They could silence the dia reporters, but their influence ended there.
The case needed to be quickly defined and resolved.
Mia thought about this, pursed her lips, left the ergency ward building, and dialed Aiden’s number.
"Hello?" Aiden was a bit surprised, he answered the call and asked, "Mia? Why are you calling now? No military training?"
"Dad." Mia took a deep breath and hesitated, "I have sothing, can you help , please?"
Aiden paused for a mont.
His daughter had been ho for three months.
Co to think of it, this was the first ti she asked him for anything, and her voice was sowhat stiff.
"Tell ," Aiden’s voice was gentle.
"I have a friend," Mia steadied herself and said slowly, "Zoey Leaf, you t her at the Jackson family last ti. She..."
"What about her?"
"She was gang-raped by several unemployed drifters off-campus and died, her mother also passed away from heart disease, it’s been the hotspot news on Twitter this morning, do you know?" Mia took a heavy breath, her voice cold and firm, "Can you have soone keep an eye on this case, let her leave with dignity, okay? Those clueless netizens are slandering her."
"Is it her?" Aiden, although not at work, always kept an eye on significant events in the city.
At this mont, in the study, the computer screen happened to be paused on this morning’s news.
"Yes." Mia said softly.
"Are you outside? Not at school?" Aiden asked again.
"I took a day off."
"Got it." Aiden reassured, "I’ll call Little Sutton later and have the matter properly handled."
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