Inside the hospital room.
After the interview, the victim’s mother, wiping away her tears, walked in accompanied by an elite man in a gray checkered suit, looking concerned.
"President Halloway, I really can’t thank you enough this time. If it weren’t for your help, my daughter might not have even been able to get the surgery." The victim’s mother said, bowing deeply to the elite man.
The elite man quickly helped her up, "This was just a small effort, you don’t have to do this. Although the incident that happened to your daughter was not our fault, how could we just stand by since we saw it?"
The victim’s mother looked moved, "You truly are good people. I apologize for doubting and blaming you earlier."
"You’re just a loving mother worried for your child; it’s understandable to not consider everything at the moment."
The elite man looked at the girl lying on the hospital bed, speaking with regret: "Your daughter is so young, she should have had a complete and beautiful life. If only she hadn’t used Imperial Glory’s product..."
He left his sentence hanging, not stating it directly, yet easily igniting the resentment in the victim’s mother’s heart.
Her daughter was harmed by Imperial Glory’s defective product, and what about Imperial Glory?
From the incident till now, not a single person has been seen!
Instead, it was Xylia who sent their general manager over, running around for them, helping to book doctors, and even advancing medical and surgery fees...
In comparison, the victim’s mother’s emotional agitation was hard to calm down. Fresh chapters posted on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⟡𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦⟡𝘯𝘦𝘵
Soon, an article titled "Heartless Imperial Glory, What Will You Pay for My Daughter’s Health?" appeared in the trending searches.
The article was simultaneously shared across major media platforms, making it to the top headlines in less than five minutes.
When the news first broke, most people were still holding a wait-and-see attitude, unwilling to believe that an enterprise as legendary as Imperial Glory could make such a major blunder.
It wasn’t until the journalists’ interview videos and photos of the girl lying weakly on the hospital bed were published that it caused an uproar.
And the victim’s mother’s heart-wrenching article only pushed Imperial Glory further into the eye of the storm.
[I just can’t believe Imperial Glory’s quality control is this rubbish. I used to be a fan, but from now on, I’m blacklisting them for life!]
[I’ve been using those menstrual pain patches since they came out, even recommended them to friends around me, stocked up a few boxes... I’m not saying anymore; the trash can is now their destination.]
[So disappointed in Imperial Glory. How could such unqualified products even make it to the market? Oh right, because there’s an owner behind Imperial Glory clinging to the Hawthorne Corp. Of course, she’s treated like an ancestor.]
[Damn it, temporarily relieving menstrual pain at the cost of an entire uterus?! Imperial Glory must die! Ann Vaughn must die!!]
[I urge the authorities to re-inspect Imperial Glory’s products and make them compensate all customers who bought such defective products!]
[I think you should not just check the menstrual pain patches, how about looking into Imperial Glory’s other products, too? There might be issues with them.]
This matter was of great significance, along with the large number of angry youths on the internet, extremely prone to incitement, believing their actions were a righteous crusade.
Even if someone wanted to speak up for Imperial Glory or raise related questions, they would be immediately silenced, with not even a ripple left.
Unaware of all this, Ann Vaughn was secretly observing the elite man after he said the suggestive words to the victim’s mother.
Coincidentally, Ann Vaughn had seen this face on TV before.
Xylia’s product manager, Ian Hawthorne.
"Madam, don’t be too upset. If Imperial Glory refuses to take responsibility, we at Xylia will always stand by your side, doing what little we can." The elite man looked utterly sincere, making him incredibly convincing.
The victim’s mother was moved to tears by his words, "Thank you, thank you so much..."
Ann Vaughn quietly took it all in, then adjusted her mask, took the medical record book, and left the hospital room.
With Hugo Sullivan’s connection, Ann Vaughn not only got to review the girl’s medical records but also obtained two menstrual pain patches brought in for hospital identification by her mother.
One was from Imperial Glory, the other from Xylia.
Ann Vaughn sent both patches to the company, instructing the inspection department to quickly verify the detailed ingredients.
Just in case, Imperial Glory’s patch needed to be tested as well.
"President Vaughn, the online public opinion has already severely impacted the company’s image. Should we issue a statement to explain?" an assistant approached Ann Vaughn with the information.
Ann Vaughn removed her white gloves and placed them aside, shaking her head: "No need, anything said now would be wrong. It’s better to wait for the results before issuing a statement."
"But Xylia..." The assistant hesitated.
"What’s with Xylia?" Ann Vaughn raised her eyebrows and took the tablet from the assistant’s hand to look at it.
It turned out that Xylia’s official Weibo had issued a statement about the menstrual pain patches.
Ann Vaughn immediately frowned, her red lips pursing tighter.
Xylia’s statement focused on several key points: Although the victim also used Xylia’s menstrual pain patches, the issue didn’t lie with Xylia; their products were safe and passed without concerns.
And since those patches had already been verified by the hospital, the victim’s mother knew it and hadn’t blamed them, and they were guiltless.
Moreover, Xylia promised to strengthen quality control, carefully research formulas, take this as a warning, and never follow the path of some unscrupulous companies.
At the end of this statement, Xylia did not forget to announce their new product launch event to be held at an open green space tomorrow.
Comparatively, while Imperial Glory suffered from atrocious "defective products" and irresponsible actions, Xylia appeared an innocent victim of unwarranted disaster.
The louder the criticism against Imperial Glory, the stronger the support for Xylia.
In less than a night, Xylia’s new product orders surpassed ten million.
Upon learning of this, Miyi Yates nearly laughed out loud, finding even the tasteless diet meal before her turned delicious.
"I thought she’d be capable of something, but clearly, that’s all she is."
A woman with no business acumen, still dreaming of vying for Mrs. Hawthorne’s position?
"Exactly as Miss said, how could she surpass you?" Xylia’s general manager complimented from the side, "Imperial Glory’s lack of quality control is a well-known fact. The more people sympathize with the victims, the more they will hate Imperial Glory; given time, Imperial Glory is bound to go bankrupt."
Miyi Yates wiped her lips with a tissue, wearing a content smile, "Don’t get complacent; she has the Hawthorne Group backing her; it won’t be easy for them to fall. However, at the very least, they won’t be able to stand back up."
"Yes, yes, Miss makes sense. About the new product launch..."
"If Imperial Glory can add bricks to our launch event, increasing its popularity, it counts as waste utilization."