Chapter 4

Thompson's methods were more direct and more despicable than I had imagined.

Early the next morning, my attending physician came to talk to me.

He looked troubled, his words evasive.

"Miss Prescott, regarding your condition... we may need to conduct a comprehensive reassessment."

"As you know, your genetic defect is very rare. Our hospital's current medical capabilities may be... somewhat inadequate."

I looked at him without saying a word.

This Dr. Brown had been in charge of my treatment for three years.

He was a skilled physician with good medical ethics.

I knew that every word he was saying now was not his true intention.

"So?" I asked.

"So... we recommend you transfer to a specialized research institution abroad for treatment."

"Of course, this is just a suggestion. The final decision is still yours."

He didn't dare look me in the eye. After speaking, he left hurriedly.

Reece's expression was very ugly.

"Miss Prescott, this is Thompson working behind the scenes."

"He wants to cut off your treatment and force you to submit."

I sneered.

"He thinks my life is still in his hands."

"How naive."

I picked up my phone and dialed a number.

The call was answered quickly. An elderly but gentle voice came through.

"Prescott, what made you think to call me?"

"Professor Pierre, I'd like to ask you for a favor."

Professor Pierre on the other end was a giant in the domestic genetics field and also my mentor.

Back then, when I entered his program with my ailing body, he was the one who, against all opposition, gave me the opportunity to continue my research.

The development of "Number One" was inseparable from his guidance and help.

I briefly explained the current situation.

After hearing it, Professor Pierre was furious.

"Outrageous! Thompson is treating human life with contempt!"

"Prescott, don't worry. I'll handle this!"

"I'll contact the leadership at the Health Department immediately. I'd like to see who dares to touch my student!"

After hanging up, a weight lifted from my heart.

With Professor Pierre stepping in, it would be basically impossible for Thompson to pressure me through the medical system.

But things didn't end there.

That afternoon, a large amount of dirt about me suddenly exploded online.

It said I had a chaotic private life, that I rose to power through improper relationships, and stole core secrets from Wallace Group Pharmaceuticals.

It also said I was ungrateful, that after Wallace, the Wallace family heir, gave everything for me, I ruthlessly abandoned him.

The posts attached many so-called "evidence."

There were photos of me entering and leaving high-end clubs, "intimate photos" of me with different men.

There was even a forged medical report saying I had a terminal illness and didn't have long to live, which is why my temperament changed drastically and I was taking revenge on society.

These posts were reposted by countless netizens, instantly igniting public opinion.

My name, for the first time, topped the trending searches in such a disgraceful way.

The comments section was full of abuse and curses directed at me.

"So she's a scheming bitch. And I actually felt sorry for her."

"Wallace is so pitiful. He really met the wrong person."

"This kind of woman should go to hell!"

Aurora also jumped out and posted a suggestive tweet.

"Good and evil will be rewarded. Heaven's way is cyclical. If you don't believe, look up. Who has heaven spared?"

She portrayed herself as a victim who was wronged by a mistress but remained tolerant and kind, gaining massive sympathy.

Her fans flooded my Twitter and turned the comments section into a trash dump.

Reece was so angry his face turned iron blue.

"Miss, this must be the Wallace family! So shameless!"

"I'll contact the PR team immediately to handle it."

"No need."

I stopped him.

"Let them curse. The uglier the better."

"The Wallace family is desperate now. The more they do this, the more it proves they're out of options."

I looked at those vicious comments with complete inner calm.

Over these years, the life-and-death trials I'd experienced were far more brutal than these rumors.

They couldn't hurt me.

I was just waiting for an opportunity. An opportunity to ensure the Wallace family would never rise again.