Chapter 112

At 10 pm local time. Seraphina’s plane landed on Velvetwood

After getting her luggage Seraphina jumped in a tax and headed straight for the hospital.

When she arrived at the hospital, it was the dead of night, but a slew of reporters were still camped out at the entrance

Seraphina breezed past the reporters, not giving them a second glance as she marched in

At this hour, most patients were already asleep, and the hospital was eerily quiet The only sound was Seraphina’s footsteps echoing down the hallway.

Finally, she reached a hospital room at the end of the hall, where the lights were still on

Seraphina pushed the door open to find Magdalen sitting on the hospital bed

Magdalen was anxiously flipping through TV channels, but when Seraphina suddenly burst in, she was taken aback. She tossed the remote aside and leaned against her pillows, asking coldly. What are you doing here?

I heard you were in the hospital, so I came to visit, Seraphina said, pulling up a chair next to the bed.

Im not dead yet,” Magdalen retorted, So you can save your breath.

But Seraphina simply stared at her

As a woman, Magdalen had been a headstrong beauty her whole life

her greatest asset, but now, with bruises on the corners of her eyes

a while, Magdalen’s

the victim, you must know who you’ve pissed off and why you’ve

her. “Trying to get some info, are you?”

reporters outside would be interested. After all, news of Samuel Wilson’s widow being

Magdalen didn’t want to hear another word and shut

stop, “Why is no one accompanying you in the hospital? Where

pushed open, followed by a male voice, “Magdalen,

man around 35 years old. He was tall, about 672, and

someone to visit you this late.

Magdalen, ‘So you do have company I won’t be a

that, she walked past Adler, giving him a small smile, ‘Nice meeting you, but knowing who I am won’t do you any

Seraphina left

her leave in surprise, then sat down next to Magdalen,

the emotional waves Seraphina had brought. As Adler handed

this, Ader didn’t

the hospital, the reporters outside were having a late–night snack, discussing

Mrs Wilson inherited a fortune and led

was already entangled with many men. Still, Samuel left her

men from 60 to 25 years old. Is it

walked past them and got into a cab, she wanted to answer that last question. If she could, she would have told that reporter that even if Magdalen didn’t have a dime, men would still fall over themselves for her That’s just how Magdalen

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