CHAPTER 245: CHAPTER 245: IF YOU LOVE SO MUCH, WHY HURT

On the other side.

Inside the Bentley.

Silas Hawthorne lowered his head and glanced at a certain part of himself, smiling helplessly.

He was still too impulsive.

She had just divorced not long ago; he couldn’t be so hasty; it would scare her.

He wasn’t usually an impulsive person, always doing things methodically and with patience.

But whenever it came to matters involving her, it was always like this.

Eager, impatient, like a teenager.

The traffic light ahead turned red, and Silas Hawthorne hit the brakes.

He closed his eyes, trying to calm a certain impulse within himself.

But what appeared before his eyes was her slightly entranced look.

His Adam’s apple moved up and down, and Silas Hawthorne helplessly opened his eyes.

Better find something to do to divert his attention.

...

Time slowly passed.

The internet was already in an uproar.

A blogger had dug out Vera Hansen’s timeline and all her detectable remarks online.

Now, knowing the truth of everything, comparing these, the more one looked, the more disgusting it seemed.

Clearly a song forced upon her, yet claimed as the original singer.

Clearly not her demo, yet publicly admitted, using Serena Sterling’s demo to suppress Serena.

Clearly the song had other meanings, was a song of release after being betrayed by the original spouse, yet a third party claimed it as their original and garnered so much acclaim.

Though some people still said she had bought the song, someone immediately came forward to educate.

Buying it was buying it, but its attribution naturally belongs to the original author, Serena Sterling.

After all, no matter how outrageous, the song was written by Serena, not Vera Hansen.

Thinking back now to those statements at the time—like "Serena Sterling’s lifetime can’t match Vera Hansen’s 25 seconds" or "Vera Hansen easily writes a song and achieves such success, what does Serena have to compare"—and the overwhelming online praise for Vera Hansen’s talent.

It’s truly ironic.

By 10:30 in the evening.

Due to infringement issues, especially the unauthorized demo used in the film, numerous cinemas urgently withdrew "Micro Love."

All tickets were refunded, along with compensatory vouchers issued.

And those who had already refunded tickets themselves could also get compensation with previous ticket stubs.

It made those who had purchased tickets feel slightly better.

But feeling slightly better doesn’t mean they’re not angry.

They just feel that the cinema is somewhat dependable, but they were still deceived.

Countless people went to leave comments under Vera Hansen’s account.

Initially they supported Vera Hansen a lot, now they’re equally as furious.

They also went to attack the song "Micro Love."

After all, the credit was wrongly attributed.

Soon, "Micro Love" was temporarily taken down, and when it’s re-released, the lyrics and composition will be credited to Serena, excluding Vera Hansen.

Of course, Vera Hansen can still sing "Micro Love," because she already bought it, but it’s estimated that no one will buy it anymore.

Withdraw, refund, take down, compensate... Jude Chaucer took people to handle this series of aftermath.

It was not done under the name of The Lawson Corporation, but using Julian Lawson’s personal resources and funds.

Jude Chaucer was hair-raising at the overwhelming scolding now.

Fortunately, The Lawson Corporation had completely cut ties with "Micro Love" early on, now although there’s still some impact, it’s minimal.

Vera Hansen had been playing dead, not making any noise.

Until now, because the heat from compensations had died down a little, there was new news from Vera Hansen’s side.

And this news... might as well have been absent.

Vera Hansen had cut her hand again.

Jude Chaucer heard it and almost wanted to curse.

Last time he knew, Vera Hansen was faking depression.

Julian Lawson had asked him to properly treat Vera Hansen, but due to the counterattack’s matters, it had been postponed.

Now it was good, Vera Hansen was using this trick again.

Jude Chaucer, of course, knew Vera Hansen wanted to use this to recover her public image, to have everyone say forget it and sympathize with her.

But this time, it was obviously less effective than before.

Though some people didn’t care, more people said the same thing—

"Here we go again!"

Jude Chaucer was so angry he rolled his eyes.

Cleaning up Vera Hansen’s mess with "Micro Love" wasn’t enough, he also had to clean up her illness mess!

...

In the sanatorium.

Vera Hansen wasn’t lying on the hospital bed, but sitting alone in the corner.

The lights in the ward were turned off.

She did it deliberately, with a camera recording nearby.

While recording, suddenly, the door of the ward was opened.

Next, a pair of shoes appeared in her sight.

Vera Hansen looked up and saw Julian Lawson’s icy eyes.

"Brother Julian." Vera Hansen called out.

But Julian Lawson didn’t respond, just looked at her.

His gaze made Vera Hansen somewhat uneasy.

But she recalled their agreement, and her heart steadied a bit.

Remembering the camera was still recording, Vera Hansen, with reddened eyes, said, "Did you come to see me?"

Julian Lawson sneered.

"Cut your hand?" he said, his voice very cold.

Vera Hansen didn’t know how to reply.

Julian Lawson glanced at the camera beside him and turned it off.

The lights in the corridor were bright, shining through from the doorway, and Vera Hansen saw Jude Chaucer standing at the door.

"If you’re sick, you should be properly treated," Julian Lawson said.

Then Jude Chaucer came in, bringing a few people, to take Vera Hansen for treatment.

"Julian Lawson, what do you mean!" Vera Hansen screamed in panic; she couldn’t believe it; wasn’t he afraid...

But Julian Lawson just calmly looked at the night sky outside.

"You’re ill; you need treatment," Julian Lawson calmly stated, "Jude Chaucer, whatever she’s diagnosed with, that’s how you treat it, understand?"

"Yes!" Jude Chaucer replied.

Vera Hansen was taken away.

Julian Lawson stood there, went to check the camera, and cleared its contents.

He stood alone, looking at the layout of the room.

He thought again of Serena Sterling’s illness.

The truly ill person was Serena Sterling.

He stood for a long time.

"Buzz buzz buzz..."

The phone was vibrating all over.

Julian Lawson took out his phone to see it was a call from Ian Yates.

He thought for a moment and tapped the connect button.

"It’s me," Julian Lawson said.

On the other end of the phone, Ian Yates sighed deeply, saying, "Julian, I saw the situation online; want to go out for a drink?"

Julian Lawson lowered his gaze slightly.

Finally, he nodded, "Alright."

In the PIH room, Ian Yates continuously poured drinks for Julian Lawson.

Ian Yates didn’t try to persuade him; he knew Julian Lawson had a heavy heart.

Since seeing Julian Lawson and Silas Hawthorne’s confrontation in the parking lot that day, he understood.

Julian Lawson liked Serena Sterling; he liked her more than he let it show.

But if Julian Lawson loved her so much, what’s the deal with Vera Hansen?

Ian Yates was baffled.

Thinking about it, Ian Yates asked out loud.

But Julian Lawson just shook his head.

The details of that day, every part, he didn’t want anyone to know.

Time slowly passed.

The biggest buzz these days was the "Micro Love" affair.

No one noticed that today, a plane soared into the sky, leaving a trail behind it.

This plane carried someone named Ethan Lynch, heading to Cygnus.