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.

walking forward expressionlessly when he saw two healthcare workers pushing a hospital bed

paying much attention

then, the young woman in the hospital bed called out

s -Save...

He lowered

young woman was a sight of utter misery, her

with a network of dark, bruised needle

widened slightly as he froze, the woman's tear-filled gaze piercing through his cold

with a desperation that shook him to his core despite him

later, the healthcare workers wheeled her away, her expression a mask

grabbed one of

voice was

still

Ms.

to dispose of her." Remy's

condition deteriorating?" "The clinical trial failed," the worker

was diagnosed with

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

afterlife faster." The afterlife faster? Remy clenched his fists so tightly

felt as though an iron grip was

consider himself a good

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

icy voice pulling

to leave shortly to

to stay here and keep watch over that man