Perched on the edge of the sofa, L''s gaze bore into Flora Harrison with an intensity that was unyielding. Her demeanor had undergone aplete transformation, a stark contrast to the gentle vulnerability she had shown in the presence of Sylvester Gomez. This sudden shift in aura left Dr. Watson feeling distinctly outmatched.


    The icy, formidable Lady Phoenix that sat before him was reminiscent of a malevolent force he had once encountered in the Divine Doctor Valley. In light of this, he found himself yearning for the Lady Phoenix who had stood by Mr. Gomez''s side, her presence aforting constant.


    He let out a soft sigh, murmuring to himself, "This is the only path to liberate Sister Flora from her wretched existence."


    Dr. Watson quickly grasped the implications of her words, "Are you suggesting that Ms. Harrison feign her demise?" "Indeed."


    "But..." Dr. Watson, who had been keeping tabs on the online chatter, interjected, "If the news of her death is reported, won''t the public believe that Ms. Harrison died of shame?"


    Prominent figures in Pr Country have often been heard saying, ''I am always prepared to assume the worst of my fellow citizens.'' Such was the nature of society.


    Once rumors took flight and the victim is hoisted onto the pir of shame, what followed was a relentless barrage of unrestrained harm.


    He could assure that if Flora Harrison were to die, those faceless online tormentors, in a bid to justify their actions, would go to great lengths to validate the ''truth'' in their venomous words. The cruelty of a celebrity death was embodied in this very fact.


    L scoffed, a hint of red creeping into the corners of her eyes, her frosty sneer chilling, "A suicide induced by shame? No. Public opinion can be manipted."


    Upon hearing this, Watson realized that Lady Phoenix had a strategy in ce, and he no longer needed to fret.


    Suddenly, L turned to Watson, her voice steady," I require your assistance."


    Watson blinked, taken aback by the realization that he, as Lady Phoenix''s junior, had be someone she would turn to for help. He quickly nodded, his mustache twitching in earnest agreement, "Tell me, senior." If it were within his capabilities, he would undoubtedly lend a hand.


    "Escort sister to the divine doctor''s valley."


    ...


    Sylvester Gomez instructed Mildred Gomez to arrange for a hearse from the funeral home, which took Mildred by surprise. "Sir, this..."


    Sylvester had no time for idle chatter, "Enough procrastination, proceed immediately."


    Mildred, not daring to defy him, promptly made the call for the funeral home staff to arrive.


    ...


    Outside the hotel, under the blistering sun, a throng of reporters was herded outdoors, their appearances disheveled from the relentless heat. "What''s happening? Didn''t Ster Entertainment sever ties with Flora Harrison? Why are they still dispatching bodyguards to safeguard her?" "Could it be her secret benefactor? Who would desire such a tarnished individual?"


    "Show some decency for once. Isn''t it harmful to speak in such a manner?"


    "Hey, if you''re so righteous and wless, what are you still doing here?"


    "We''re here to cover current events, conduct serious interviews, and seek out the authentic and substantial story, unlike you gossip mongers who swarm wherever there''s a scandal." For a moment, the reporters outside began to turn on each other.


    In the end, every profession has its hierarchy, and journalism was no exception.


    Suddenly, a group spotted arge funeral coach driving towards them in the distance.


    "Good heavens, why is that hearse heading our way?"


    "Are you certain it''sing for us?"


    "Are you blind? Can''t you see the route?"


    "Do you have filth in your mouth? Why else would it reek so much?"


    After being scorched by the sun for so long, everyone was on edge and growing irritable.


    Some, however, remained rational.


    "Could it be that something has happened to Flora Harrison?"


    "Ah? A suicide from humiliation? Believing she brought too much disgrace?"


    The crowd buzzed with spection, the chatter unending. The hearse drove straight over, much like how Mildred Gomez had earlier maneuvered the car, signaled by the driver. The reporters stepped aside.


    ...


    Upstairs, Lpleted administering the final bag of blood to Flora Harrison and flushed the IV line with saline. Then the funeral home staff transported Flora Harrison downstairs, wrapping her in a white nket as they went. The sight was as chilling as a body shrouded in white.