While designers from around the world expressed their sympathy for Lilah, the inherent ruthlessness of the industry shone through.

Without irrefutable evidence against the Fauwille Design Association, no one could openly accuse them.

Lilah remained oblivious to the turmoil surrounding her, lost in a dark, dreamlike state.

It felt like an endless abyss, and she was adrift, directionless.

Then, like a lighthouse piercing the fog, a voice called out, "Lilah."

The familiar voice was warm and comforting. "The first time I met you, you stood out from the rest. So many sought my attention with ulterior motives, but in your eyes, I saw genuine concern for Jerrold."

His words seemed to light up her world, revealing a pathway out of the darkness. Lilah, drawn to the voice, moved closer.

"You've changed my world, Lilah. For years, I believed solely providing for Jerrold was my purpose. But your presence made me understand what having a true home feels like. Even if you aren't ready to reciprocate my feelings, know that I will always be here for you."

Gerard's voice grew tenderer, and as he spoke, Lilah's consciousness stirred.

Slowly, her eyelids fluttered open, revealing eyes wet with emotion.

Softly, she whispered his name. "Gerard."

Feeling her hand's slight squeeze, Gerard's emotions threatened to overflow.

Holding back his tears, he inquired gently, “How are you? Do you feel okay?"

"My head's a bit sore, but I'm otherwise fine," she responded. Then, realization hitting her, she asked, "How long was I out?"

"Seven hours," Gerard replied.

Lilah's face grew troubled. "And the competition?"

"It's over," Gerard replied, looking into her eyes. He continued, "The folks from Fauwille Design Association rang your phone. I didn't pick up. Want to check in with them?"

“Hand me my phone."

She grabbed her phone, swiping through countless messages of worry.

Among them was one from Bernard, offering to come see her on behalf of the association.

She sent him her location.

Soon after, there was a knock.

Bernard stood there with flowers, his voice dripping with exaggerated concern. "Lilah, this is so unfortunate. To think you'd be here in the hospital when you should've been in the finals."

Lilah cut him off. "Does the association have any comment on this?"