Sylvia's words shocked the onlookers, and it caused an uproar in the crowd.

"I can't believe how cold-blooded this guy is. If not for that officer, his wife and unborn child would both be dead already. He doesn't want to be bogged down with a debt of gratitude. So, he wants his own wife to walk away with nothing!"

"And it seems he's a lawyer! Who would dare hire a heartless lawyer like him?"

"Exactly. He even hit his wife out of anger. This poor woman sure is unfortunate to have married a man like him."

Before I could speak, Sylvia placed both hands on her knees and slowly knelt down.

She looked up at me with pleading eyes and begged, "Zach, Raven saved my life! What's wrong with giving her and her family some money? Besides, I only want my half of our assets."

As her voice grew louder, her emotions spiraled out of control.

I let out a cold laugh and instructed Harlan, "Listen, go to the hospital and contact Raven's husband. Persuade him and let him know that if he wants to divorce his vegetative wife, I'm confident I can transfer all his debts to her. I'll even represent him for free."

Harlan froze. The onlookers all stared at me, wide-eyed.

Sylvia looked up at me in disbelief. Her eyes were filled with anger and disappointment.

Everyone present clenched their teeth and glared at me, as though I were some unforgivable sinner.

Sylvia suddenly shot to her feet and grabbed the lapels of my suit jacket.

"Zachary! Even if Raven is in a coma now, she saved me and our child! How can you do this?" she cried out.

I responded, "I'm making use of her final value! Who would dare ask a patient in a vegetative state to pay her debts? This lawsuit will be unprecedented. I'm destined to leave my mark on legal history!"

"You disgust me, Zachary. You aren't the man you used to be. You used to respect my wishes and listen to me!" Sylvia said.

Upon hearing that, I looked at her intently.

What she said was true. Previously, I had obeyed her every word. Everyone in our neighborhood knew I was a henpecked husband.

But now, all I wanted was fame.

"I'm a lawyer. This case will bring me both fame and fortune. Why would I give up this golden opportunity? I'm not a fool," I said.

Then, I glanced at Harlan, who was still standing to one side with a dazed expression.

"Don't just stand there. Go on!" I urged.

Harlan snapped out of it and nodded frantically. He walked over to the car.

Seeing how ruthless I had become, Sylvia trembled with fury. She was usually gentle and demure. But now, she suddenly jumped up and blocked Harlan with frigteningly bloodshot eyes.

She screamed, "Zachary! She's the neighbor you see day in and day out. She's your friend and also the one who saved your wife! She's in a vegetative state now, so her treatment will cost a fortune. What do you expect her family to do?

"Or are you just that reluctant to pay her even a single cent?"

I looked straight at her with my arms crossed and sneered. "Her husband will handle her affairs. He's the one who should support her elderly mother. Which law states that the person who was saved has the obligation to support their savior's family?"

Sylvia countered, "But out of basic humanity, shouldn't you at least give something?"

Her expression remained desperate and pleading, but every word she spoke was intended to guilt-trip me.

Then, she gave me her final ultimatum. "I'll ask you one last time. Will you give me the money or not?"

I didn't hesitate for a moment as I shouted, "None of this is my damn business!"

My words pissed off the crowd around us.

"You imbecile! I'm posting your face online to let everyone judge you! How can scum like you be a lawyer?" someone in the crowd shouted.

He raised his phone, and others quickly followed.

"I've never seen someone with little to no compassion like you! Let's post this online, everyone. The internet will obliterate such scum!"

"Pressure his workplace to have him fired!"

"Yes! Fire him!"

"Do you think you can threaten me?" I scoffed, not worried in the slightest.

Just then, an elderly man with a cane hobbled over to me and spat at my feet.

"You heartless animal! You're a disgrace to humanity!" he bellowed.

"Watch your words, old man. I can have you arrested for insulting me," I said sharply.

He shot back, "I don't care! You're a sorry excuse of a man and a human being. I'll deliver justice with these hands of mine today!"

He swung his cane, ready to strike me.

I leaned my head forward and taunted with a sneer, "Go ahead and try. Are your children rich? Can they afford the compensation?"

"I can't stand heartless men like you! Today, I'll rid society of a scumbag even if I end up in jail!" he shouted, swinging his cane down.

However, Sylvia intercepted him by grabbing his cane and saying, "Calm down, everyone! Let me talk to my husband."

She took a deep breath and looked at me. "Zach, how about this? I'll divorce you and take nothing from our marriage. Then, you take out the money to help Raven and her family.

"If you don't, you can foresee the consequences. Once they post this online, you'll lose your job for sure."

The mention of my job made me waver.

Sylvia turned to the crowd and bowed repeatedly. "Everyone, our goal is to get Officer Weber the treatment she deserves and help her family. Please delete the videos. I'm begging you."

The police officers followed her lead and bowed as well.

Their synchronized gesture left a mark on the entire crowd. Many people's eyes reddened as tears welled up. Even Harlan wiped away his tears.

A middle-aged woman held up her phone and shouted at me, "Hey, scumbag! Look here. I deleted the video I shot."

One after another, the crowd followed suit. They deleted the incriminating videos right in front of me.

"Everyone has deleted their videos. Now, can you transfer the money?" Sylvia asked, looking at me hopefully.

"They deleted the videos, sure. But you haven't signed the voluntary divorce agreement stating that you'll leave with nothing. What if I transfer the money, but you turn around and deny everything?" I pressed her relentlessly.

The old man with the cane snapped. He struck me with his wooden cane at full force.

Blood gushed out immediately. My vision blurred, and I toppled to the ground.

Sylvia screamed, "Zachary!"

But the crowd started applauding and cheering.

"Good hit!"

"Upload the video of this immoral lawyer! Expose him! Ruin him!"

"Yeah! Don't let the scumbag get away with insulting an officer who saved his family!"

People snapped photos and recorded videos. Then, they uploaded everything. In no time, my name spread across the entire internet.

Lying on the ground, I smirked.

Deep inside, I was thinking that the more this blew up, the better it would be.

In the next moment, everything went black as I lost consciousness completely.

When I woke up again, I found myself lying in a hospital bed while a nurse was changing my IV drip.

When she saw me opening my eyes, she couldn't hide the disgust in her gaze.

She muttered under her breath, "Just my luck… Of all the patients, I get this heartless man."

After she was done, she hurried away like I'm some hideous beast.

I turned my head toward Harlan, who gave me a bitter smile. "Zachary, the whole internet is filled with dirt on you. You're the number one trending topic everywhere…"

I picked up my phone and saw negative articles about me dominating the top spot on Twitter. Videos of me on Instagram had already reached ten million views.

Seeing that, I let out a quiet sigh of relief. Everything was going according to plan.

Just then, Quintus' voice came from the doorway. "Zachary!"

I looked up as he pushed the door open with a furious expression. But when he saw the bandages on my head and how pale I looked, he sighed wearily.

He said, "How could you insult the police officer who saved your wife? There are hundreds of influencers and reporters looking for you right now. Come with me. We need to get you somewhere safe for a while."

Feeling touched by his concern, I managed a smile. But before I could speak, a crowd flooded into the room.

Leading them were Sylvia and Raven's husband, Malcolm Jones. They supported Raven's elderly mother, Olga Newman, between them. Behind them was a group of influencers and reporters.

The moment Olga saw me, she dropped straight to her knees.

She said, "Mr. Lawton, I'm just a useless old woman… I used up so much of Raven's money on my illness. Now that she's in a coma, I can't even afford her hospital room. I've failed my daughter!"

Instinctively, I wanted to help her up. However, I forced myself to clench my fist and step back.

"I'm begging you. Can you treat it as a loan, please? Help us through this crisis. I'll sell my blood if I have to! I'll pay you back," Olga begged.

With every plea, she clasped her hands together desperately and bowed her head to the floor.

I crossed my arms and looked at her coldly. "No need to beg me. I've already said that once Sylvia signs the divorce agreement stating she leaves with nothing, I'll transfer the money immediately."

Sylvia looked me up and down, feeling utterly perplexed.

After thinking for a moment, she turned to glance at Malcolm before turning back to me.

"Zachary, a few million dollars is nothing to you. Have some mercy on Raven's family," she pleaded.

Malcolm stepped forward, his face gaunt with exhaustion. He knelt in front of me with difficulty.

It was his turn to beg. "Zachary, please. Once everything is settled with Raven, I'll go get a job immediately to repay you. Please help us, won't you?"

I stared down at him and let out a cold laugh. While he and Olga continued kneeling on the floor, I pulled out my phone. I began scrolling as if no one else existed.

"Oh my god. He really is cold-blooded. They're kneeling, and he's just tapping away on his phone."

"Everyone in the livestream, let's curse this bastard together. I wish scum like him dies soon!"

After the influencer started cursing me, the crowd agreed with him and echoed his words. They insisted I shouldn't refuse to help the family of the person who saved Sylvia.

I wore an indifferent expression as I saw the number-one trending search that read, "Cold-Blooded Lawyer Zachary Lawton".

I opened an Instagram Live. There were 800 thousand people watching. The chat was filled with insults. As I watched the number rise rapidly, I chuckled under my breath.

The reporters exchanged confused looks.

Sylvia suddenly broke into tears while shouting at me, "Let me ask you again. Are you really only willing to pay if I leave the marriage with nothing? Are you really abandoning your own child?"

I glanced at her and snapped impatiently, "Sign it already. Stop dragging it out."

"Fine, I'll sign! If you're so sure I'll be a burden, I'll sign it right now as you wish," Sylvia cried out.

The crowd whispered and pointed. With trembling hands, Sylvia extended the signed divorce papers toward me.

"Are you satisfied now?" she asked.

I took the agreement. Upon seeing that the agreement stated she would indeed leave the marriage with nothing, I smiled.

Glancing at my phone, I saw the livestream numbers had just passed 20 million.

My grin widened as I said, "Sylvia, since you've given me something so satisfying, it's about time I reveal the truth to the world."