The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Clarice turned around, her eyes scanning the empty hallway as an icy chill ran down her spine.

She had heard someone calling her "Rosalind Gold", a name she had long since abandoned. That was a remnant of a past she believed she had put to rest for good. Yet now, it was resurfacing, threatening to drag her back into memories she had sworn to kill.

For years, she believed she had cut off all ties with her former self, but hearing the name she had carried for over two decades still triggered an instinctive response.

"Dr. Amaryllis!" At that moment, a man who appeared to be a director approached with a respectful smile, followed by two medical staff.

"I've prepared the latest batch of drugs. Should we administer it to the test subjects today?"

"How many times must I tell you?" Clarice's voice turned icy as she fixed her gaze on him." They are not test subjects. They are patients. Don't make it sound as if we're monsters."

The man chuckled and responded, "Of course, you're absolutely right!"

"By the way," Clarice added, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Did you see anyone suspicious while you were on your way here?"

The trio exchanged confused glances.

"Suspicious? No, Dr. Amaryllis. This place is tightly guarded-it's almost impossible for anyone unauthorized to sneak in."

derisive snort. "Don't get complacent. We're in Savrow now, not

had also been summoned to the

with his usual stoic composure, he spotted a couple of medical staff wheeling a hospital bed in his direction. At first, he paid

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gaze dropped to the

bed lay a girl, deathly pale and trembling. Her thin arm, peeking out from the sheet, was covered in bruised

eyes narrowed, and he paused in his steps. The girl's tear-filled eyes locked onto his, brimming with

had seen countless dead bodies in his life and even more people on the brink of death. But this girl's gaze struck him in a way that his cold soul could not ignore.

the girl, her face full of hopelessness,

grabbed one of the medical staff by the arm, his deep voice trembling slightly. "She's still

The staff member's response was harsh. "Dr. Amaryllis instructed us

he

weather. "But even if it hadn't,

veins on his hand bulging, mirroring the

virtuous man, but the inhumanity of these people scraped against the last shreds of his

ever. "I'll be meeting the Boss shortly. You're responsible for watching over that man tonight. This is a direct

expression dark and unreadable, as though he wanted to say something but ultimately