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."

complacent. We're in Savrow now, not Meridan. Better

had also been summoned to the hospital to

wheeling a hospital bed in his direction. At first, he paid it little mind, but then a weak, frail voice reached his ears, emanating

Save me...

cold gaze dropped to the

girl, deathly pale and trembling. Her thin arm,

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

the girl, her face full of hopelessness,

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

response was harsh. "Dr. Amaryllis instructed

furrowed as he asked, "Was

the drug trial failed," the staff member replied indifferently, as if they were discussing the weather. "But even if it hadn't, she's terminally ill.

involuntarily, the veins on his hand bulging, mirroring the storm

these people scraped against the last shreds of his

him, her tone as cold as ever. "I'll be meeting the Boss shortly. You're responsible for watching over that

as though he wanted to say something but ultimately held