The grand lobby of Hamilton Holdings buzzed with tension. Reporters stood scattered along the hallway, cameras slung over their shoulders, notepads in hand, waiting like hawks for a headline. Whispers flew around—rumors, assumptions, and questions they were dying to confirm.
The moment the tall glass elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, all heads turned. Out stepped Liam Hamilton, looking calm and collected in a dark tailored suit, flanked by his poised mother and the ever-loyal James.
The clicking of heels and the shuffle of equipment was immediately drowned out by the roar of reporters who swarmed the trio.
"Congratulations on your recovery, Mister Hamilton!" one reporter called out, her voice almost trembling with excitement.
"We heard the person who severely injured you was Olivia Johnson. What's going on?" another shouted, pushing a microphone toward him.
"Is Olivia Johnson under arrest?" someone from the back called.
