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.

it out, the tip of the dagger was dripping with blood. Her smile was very creepy. She looked like a

his chest, the blood gushed out. It splashed into her eyes and everything before her was bathed in blood. It seemed like she had experienced

ground with his eyes open. He was dead. Donna left this place unhindered. There was a car

night, there echoed

with dark clouds. A lightning bolt flashed, and thunder boomed. Soon, it was drizzling. The wind was cold. As the wind picked up, the rain became heavier too, hitting the

the early morning shift walked into the room, she saw blood on the floor. She was frightened and ran out of the ward. Her hands were trembling as she called

serious. Donna, whose sentence had been

The sky was already bright at six and a half in the morning,

in his pocket. He was standing

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

soup in her

her, his expression turned gentle, “It’s a company matter. Leyton’s already dealing with it.” As he said that, he sat beside her as he continued, “You’ve been doing a lot of