Rosamond was so furious she almost laughed. No wonder he'd shown up to "take care of her" today. He'd come to collect her professional resources for his precious childhood sweetheart. She sat rigid on the hospital bed, not moving a muscle, forcing down the emotions threatening to erupt from her chest. After a long silence, she lifted her gaze to meet Bryce's eyes and spoke, each word deliberate: "My resources. I'd sooner throw them in the trash than hand them to her." Bryce hadn't expected such defiance. His expression darkened instantly. "Rosa, I suggest you think this through. You've already resigned from the firm. Those contacts are useless to you now." "You hurt Olympia. Compensating her with them is the least you can do. Don't be so petty." A sharp pain lanced through Rosamond's chest, and for a moment the world narrowed to nothing but that ache. Olympia had spread lies and framed her, costing her everything she'd built at the firm. These two had shattered her grandmother's keepsake. Last night, they'd nearly killed her on the operating table. And now Bryce was telling her she needed to hand over her professional network to Olympia on a silver platter, to atone for crimes she never committed. What a joke. Rosamond's lips twisted into a cold, humorless smile. "Why should I compensate her?" "Give me one reason." The words had barely left her mouth when Olympia burst into the room, tears streaming down her face. She grabbed Bryce's sleeve, her eyes brimming with wounded innocence. "Bryce, please don't upset Rosamond because of me. I know she hates me. Of course she'd refuse to share her resources." "Rosamond, this is my fault. I shouldn't have come between you two. Hit me, yell at me, I can take it. Just please don't be angry with Bryce. He works so hard running that company all by himself." "I'll go. I'll leave and never bother you again..." She made a show of struggling toward the door. But for someone so desperate to leave, her eyes kept darting back to Bryce, and her feet hadn't moved an inch. Rosamond watched the performance with cold detachment. Not a ripple of emotion stirred inside her. Bryce, however, pulled Olympia into his arms, his voice aching with tenderness. "Olympia, you've done nothing wrong. Why would you leave?" "She's the one being difficult. Don't worry. I'll get those resources for you today." He turned to Rosamond, his face like a storm cloud, and his voice cut through the room: "Since you insist on being unreasonable, I see no reason to spare your dignity." "Rosamond, don't forget. The final draft of your thesis is still in my hands. If you won't cooperate, I'll have no choice but to release it for everyone to 'study.'" Rosamond's eyes went dark. Her voice rose. "You wouldn't dare."