Chapter 266 Protest

Jacob slumped in his chair, his face pale as death. He knew Horatio wasn't bluffing. However, the thought of apologizing on national television made him recoil. He looked at Horatio with pleading eyes. "Horatio, please, just pick someone else. For your grandma's sake—" "No one else," Horatio cut him off coldly. "This has to be you. The mistake is yours to fix. I want to see you at that press conference at 10:00 am." With that, he turned and addressed the rest of the room, "That's all for today. Everyone, execute the plan we just went over immediately. Dismissed." Bennett shot a look at Jacob, who was slumped in his seat. "Mr. Jacob, please." Jacob didn't move, staring blankly ahead. He knew there was no way out. Just the thought of apologizing publicly made him feel paralyzed. ... At Jerrington General Hospital, outside the ICU, the air was thick with tension. It was almost suffocating. Zia Flemming, wife of the injured worker Wally Grant, sat on a bench with her face in her han