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.

die soon?” asked Malorie as she grabbed a nurse’s arm

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

now! Otherwise, I’ll sue

the nurse remained silent, Malorie’s

a sudden burst of strength, she grabbed the nurse’s hair and smashed her head against the operating

hit the table so forcefully that she

emergency room rushed forward and pulled

to hard labor, her hands were extremely strong. When the two women were separated, a huge chunk of the nurse’s hair was ripped off, revealing

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

Harry quickly stopped her, but it was too late—Malorie heard every

“W-What did you say?”

moment, Henrick entered in

“Mom…”

room seemed a bit weird. When he met