331: The Countermove

In the quietude of the private hospital room, Emma and Maxwell watched the city lights flicker through the window, each beam seemingly pulsing with the rapid spread of their family's latest scandal. Maxwell, his nerves frayed from the relentless pressure, turned to his sister with a worried glance. "Sis, the whole city's talking. It's all over the news. How did it even get out so fast?" Maxwell's voice was tense, his usual calm demeanor replaced by a sense of urgency. Emma, who had been staring thoughtfully at the bustling city, turned to her brother with a composed expression. "It's quite clear someone's orchestrating this. They’re not just after Grandpa; they're targeting our family’s unity. We've been set up to look like the villains here." "But what about Wayne? He's going to be livid when he hears about this. And with Grandpa in the hospital, he’s not going to take it lightly," Maxwell added, the concern evident in his tone. "Don't worry about Wayne. I’ll handle him.