As tears continued to stream down Stacy's cheeks, a heavy silence hung in the air, punctuated only by the soft sound of her sobs.
Mr. Qin stood before her, a silent sentinel grappling with his own feelings of helplessness. He had anticipated trouble, but never had he imagined that Yuan Yuan would strike with such ruthless efficiency.
Unable to find the right words to console her, Mr. Qin fumbled for his phone once more, his fingers trembling slightly as he dialed a number.
"I want her found now," he commanded, his voice edged with steel. "Find the media that posted this and sue them."
Ending the call, he turned back to find Stacy no longer sitting on the bed. Concern etched his features as he heard the sound of running water emanating from the bathroom.
"Stacy? Are you in there?" he called out softly, rapping gently on the door.