The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning Max Charming

The hours of waiting felt longer to Donna than the time she had spent in prison. She was impatient to leave.

At long last, it was eleven at night. At this moment, the mental hospital was empty. but the lights in the corridor were still on. The quiet hallway was bathed in an eerie green light. It was extremely dark at the end of the corridor. The sound of water dripping from a faucet in the cold restroom could faintly be heard. The scene was extremely creepy.

When the door of Donna’s ward was opened, she saw a dark figure quietly walking by. The person threw a car key and a sharp dagger on the floor.

Donna wondered, ‘How did this mysterious person manage to move so freely in this hospital?’

However, her mind was filled with hatred, and she could not care less about it now. After she picked up the items from the floor, she did not hurry to leave. Instead, she sat quietly on the bed, as if waiting for something.

At twelve midnight, her door was opened again. Anthony openly walked straight toward the person on the bed. He eagerly hugged her, “Have you bathed? You smell so good.”

The next second, before he even had the chance to catch his breath, a dagger had been thrust directly into his chest.

cruelty, ” Speak. Why aren’t you talking?” As she spoke, she pushed the dagger deeper. When she pulled it out, the tip of the dagger

her eyes and everything before her was bathed in blood. It seemed like she had experienced similar situations

away. He fell onto the ground with his eyes open. He was dead. Donna left this place unhindered. There was a car parked right outside the entrance, and she drove the car into the

that quiet night, there echoed a chilling

thunder boomed. Soon, it was drizzling. The wind was cold. As the wind picked up, the rain became heavier too, hitting the ground heavily. The splashing

the floor. She was frightened and ran out of the ward. Her hands were trembling

was getting more and more serious. Donna, whose sentence had been temporarily suspended, was now a murderer and a fugitive

six and a half in the morning, but the

downstairs, she noticed Ethan standing at the door. He was wearing a dark blue suit with one hand in his pocket. He was standing upright talking on the phone with his back facing Madelyn. He heard her

“You don’t need to tell me about this, just handle it.” He then

chair. She drank the soup in her hand as she asked, ” What’s wrong?

already dealing with it.” As he said that, he sat beside her as he continued, “You’ve been doing a