Hannah's words hit the room like a sudden jolt, leaving everyone stunned all over again.
Bruce and Alicia could only stare at her, completely taken aback.
Brett hurriedly spoke up. "Hannah, cutting off family relations isn't something to take lightly. I'll ensure you get justice for everything you've gone through."
Hannah let out a soft laugh. "Thank you for looking after me this past year, Brett. I won't forget your kindness. As for the rest of you..."
Her cold eyes moved slowly over each person present.
"From today onward, I'm done with all of you. I'll be making an official statement at a press conference."
Saying that, Hannah turned on her heel and walked off decisively.
A flicker of barely hidden satisfaction appeared in Lainey's eyes.
To her, things couldn't have gone better. Whether Hannah lived or not didn't matter anymore. Lainey had achieved her goal. From now on, she would stand as the Oliver family's only daughter.
Kenneth watched Hannah's retreating figure with undisguised scorn.
How could she have the audacity to declare she was cutting ties with the Oliver family?
She was most likely putting on an act.
He was certain it wouldn't be long before she came back, swallowing her pride and begging the Oliver family to accept her again.
Jake stood there in silence, his expression conflicted, unsure of what to say.
He had never expected Hannah to take things to such an extreme.
Suddenly, Alicia clutched her chest and sank onto the sofa, struggling to breathe. "Hannah is so ungrateful! I should never have brought her back!"
The pain only grew worse as she gasped, "My medicine! I need my heart pills!"
Lainey hurriedly searched for the bottle, but then exclaimed in alarm, "Mom! There's nothing left; it's empty!"
...
After leaving the Oliver residence, Hannah took out her phone and called Mia.
"Are you free right now? Come pick me up."
"Got it. I'll be there."
About thirty minutes later, a bright red Ferrari pulled up in front of Hannah, with Mia behind the wheel.
Mia stepped out, casually tossed the keys to Hannah, and then walked around and settled into the passenger seat.
Hannah caught the keys, got into the driver's seat, and started the engine. The car roared to life as she drove off.
Mia glanced at her curiously. "Why do you look so down? Did something happen with the Olivers again?"
Keeping one hand on the wheel, Hannah replied calmly, "I'm done with them. Help me arrange a press conference. I want to make it public."
Mia paused in surprise, but then quickly understood. "Don't tell me this is about Lainey again."
Hannah responded with indifference, "They never stopped comparing me to Lainey, saying I wasn't good enough or couldn't bring them recognition. Fine, then they can keep her as their only daughter since she makes them so proud."
Her wounds had nearly recovered, and she now had her own priorities to focus on.
Cutting ties with the Oliver family had always been part of her plan—it had merely happened sooner than she originally intended.
Mia sneered. "Just imagine their expressions when they realize that the famed doctor Zephyr they've been trying so hard to win over is actually the very daughter they've always treated with contempt."
Then something crossed her mind, and she added, "By the way, a man named Dale really did reach out. You still haven't explained why you wanted to accept the case, though. Who is he?"
No sooner had she spoken than her phone began to ring.
Mia glanced at the screen and smirked. "Well, speak of the devil—the Olivers are calling."
"Pick it up," Hannah replied lightly.
Mia answered the call, and Lainey's anxious voice immediately came through the line.
"Miss Clayton, the heart medication my mother got from you has run out. Could you sell us another bottle?"
Hannah shot Mia a glance and silently mouthed, "Charge them full price."
Alicia's condition was unstable, and she had long depended on the medicine Hannah supplied.
In the past, because of their family connection, Hannah had always offered it to them at the lowest possible price.
That courtesy was now gone.
Mia understood immediately and spoke in a cool, unhurried tone. "I can sell it to you, but the discount no longer applies. It's fifty million per bottle. Transfer the payment, and I'll arrange delivery."
Lainey's voice rose in shock. "Fifty million? Wasn't it only one million per bottle before?"
"Like I said, that was a special rate. If you have doubts, feel free to check—this is the standard price everyone else pays."
Growing impatient, Mia added, "So, are you buying it or not? If yes, send the money. If not, there are plenty of others ready to take it off my hands."
At that moment, someone else took the phone.
Hannah immediately recognized Brett's voice.
"Miss Clayton, may I ask why the discount has suddenly been withdrawn?" Brett asked.
Mia's lips curled in disdain as she replied, "Because your family crossed someone you never should have offended."
