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.

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

chuckled drily before reassuring her, “Mrs. Southall, we’re letting your family member in to alleviate his worry. Don’t

believe you! Treat me now! Otherwise, I’ll

Malorie’s scoldings became

she grabbed the nurse’s hair and smashed her head against the operating

the table so forcefully that

others in the emergency room rushed forward and pulled

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

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 pacemaker. So,

but it was too late—Malorie heard every single word

“W-What did you say?”

entered

“Mom…”

emergency room seemed a bit weird. When