Can’t Win Me Back

As Sheryl looked back at the empty corridor, a chill ran down her spine, and the hair on the back of her neck stood on end.

She heard someone calling her Liana Gardner.

It was a name she had discarded long ago—a part of her past she thought she had buried forever.

Yet now, it came rushing back, unbidden and relentless.

After all this time, she believed she had severed ties with her old life.

But the moment she heard the name that had once been hers for over 20 years, she reacted instinctively, unable to suppress the surge of unease.

"Ms. Gillis!" A man, who appeared to be the hospital director, approached her with two medical staff in tow.

He offered a polite smile and said, " I've prepared this round of medications.

Shall we administer them to the subjects today?" "How many times have I told you not to call them subjects? They are patients," Sheryl said coldly, fixing him with a sharp glare.

" You make it sound like we're running some kind of inhumane experiment." The doctor laughed.

"You're right, you're right." Sheryl's tone softened only slightly as she continued, "Oh, by the way, did you see any suspicious individuals on your way here?" The three medical personnel exchanged glances.

"Suspicious individuals? No.

The security here is so tight; who could possibly sneak in?" Sheryl scoffed.

''We're in Solana City now, not Mosgravia.

It's better to be cautious." Meanwhile, Remy had received instructions to help out at the hospital.

expressionlessly when he saw two healthcare workers pushing a hospital bed toward

wasn't paying

then, the young woman in the hospital bed called out to him in a

s -Save...

He lowered his

was a sight of utter

with a network of dark,

froze, the woman's tear-filled gaze piercing through

with a desperation that shook him to his core despite him witnessing countless deaths

the healthcare workers wheeled her away, her

silent, Remy grabbed one

voice was

still alive?"

Ms.

ordered us to dispose of

clinical trial failed,"

diagnosed with a

the trial hadn't failed, she'd still be dying

faster? Remy clenched his fists so tightly that the veins

felt as though an iron grip was

himself a

cruelty in the worker's words was enough to crush whatever moral boundaries he had

then, her icy voice pulling him

leave shortly to

to stay here and keep watch over that