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

been summoned to the hospital to

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

me... Please...

to the

arm, peeking out from the sheet, was covered in

paused in his steps. The girl's tear-filled eyes

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, was

one of the medical staff by the arm, his deep voice trembling slightly.

staff member's response was harsh. "Dr. Amaryllis instructed us to deal with her as

brow furrowed as he asked, "Was it

"But even if it hadn't, she's terminally ill. She'd die sooner or later

involuntarily, the veins on

of these people scraped against the last shreds of his

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

as though he wanted to say something but ultimately

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