A Beauty With Multiple Masks

The emergency room was filled with praises for Queenie, yet no one wondered why she would push all the operations to Harry.

Soon, they finished sewing Malorie’s chest up and the effects of the anesthesia subsided gradually.

“I…” Malorie mumbled in agony, “I‘m in so much pain.”

Harry quickly instructed his subordinates, “Administer some painkillers for the patient!”

“Okay.”

Since it was only moments before her death, administering her some painkillers was the least they could do as doctors.

After she was injected with the painkillers, Harry instructed his assistant to summon Henrick in.

Although Malorie was exhausted, her mind was still exceptionally clear. She suddenly realized that if the doctor called her family in while she was still on the operating table, it meant that she did not have much time left to live.

asked Malorie

before reassuring her, “Mrs. Southall, we’re letting your family member in

me now! Otherwise, I’ll sue the hospital till

nurse remained silent, Malorie’s scoldings became louder

grabbed the nurse’s hair and smashed her head against

table so forcefully that she

emergency room rushed

the two women were separated, a huge chunk of the

never seen a patient who was so unreasonable despite being on the brink of death. Furious, she stroked her head and spat, “Let me tell you this! You could’ve been cured, but your son is so petty that he’s unwilling to spend money on a robotic

was too late—Malorie heard every single

“W-What did you say?”

Henrick entered in a surgical

“Mom…”

noticed that the atmosphere in the emergency room seemed a bit weird. When he met Malorie’s furious gaze, his