Miranda was in shock, unable to believe it could be him. Her world felt like it was falling apart.


    Michelle, seeing her distress, said, "Miss Miranda, we''re in this together now. We need to turn things around. Otherwise, we''ll both suffer!"


    Since she had already reported the news, there was no turning back. The only option was to work with Miranda to find a solution. They needed to regain the trust of the public by creating a new narrative. But Miranda could not process it. "Everyone, leave. I need to cool off to think."


    Michelle, desperate, continued, "We need toe up with a n. Cooling off won''t help. We''ve been exposed. Maybe you could use them of nder, file awsuit, and use legal action to buy us some time..."


    Before she could finish, Miranda interrupted, "Ruby, escort her out. I need to be alone."Material ? N?velDrama.Org.


    "Miss Jacobs, please leave. Miranda needs some time to think," the assistant said, quickly guiding Michelle out.


    Michelle was furious. She knew her reputation and job were at stake. If Miranda did not retaliate, she would be left to fend for herself. She needed to protect her credibility, even if it meantter iming she was misled by Miranda. Apologies and exnations couldeter. For now, survival was key.


    Once outside, Michelle was beside herself with frustration. Returning to the TV station like this would make her aughingstock and jeopardize her career. The TV station''s credibility was on the line, and the station head would not spare her.


    Desperate, she pounded the steering wheel, trying to figure out her next move.


    Back inside, Miranda immediately went to her bedroom and sent a message, seeking answers.


    At that moment, Wilfred was at the


    Central Park feeding a flock of pigeons. He held out bits of bread and the birds swooped down to take the food from his hand. Hundreds of pigeons circled him, vying for his offerings.


    His phone buzzed, and he saw a message from Miranda. Anticipating this, he smiled slightly and replied, "Central Park."


    Miranda, now disguised with sunsses and a hat, grabbed her bag and headed out to find him.


    Central Park was nearly empty, with


    only a few pigeons soaring above, seeking food from passersby.


    Feeling secure that she would not be noticed, Miranda approached


    Wilfred, who seemed unbothered by the chaos.


    "You have the nerve to feed pigeons at a time like this!" Miranda burst out, "Did you betray me?"


    Wilfred, watching the birds p their wings, replied calmly, "Why do you think that?"


    "The medical records!" Miranda''s eyes were red with anger. "They''ve been exposed. You gave them to Nina!"


    Even now, she struggled to believe it. To get anything from Wilfred required his willingness. Otherwise, it would be impossible for anyone else to obtain it.


    She hoped there had been some mistake, that perhaps someone had tricked him or he had slipped up.


    Wilfred nced at the pigeons


    before him and answered vaguely, "These pigeons are clearly wild, yet they eat from my hand and show no inclination to fly away. They prefer to get something for nothing, even at the cost of their freedom."


    "Are you even listening to me?" Miranda was losing her patience. Wilfred turned to face her. "Yes, I gave her the records."