95: What Happened to Your Injury

With that stern edict, Farhan turned and made his way back up the hospital stairway, each step measured and resolute.

Lee's mission to fetch back the defiant assistant was cut short when he saw Farhan's return. Pausing, he steeled himself for confrontation.

"Mr. Qin, about Lestari, she—"

Before they could finish, Farhan strode past without a sideways glance, consumed by the aftershocks of his clash with Kartika, and oozing an aura frostier than the hospital's antiseptic corridors.

The crowd of women, picking up on the icy blast emanating from him, stood frozen in place, none daring to intercept him with questions or pleas.

Yet Farhan hesitated at their silent stares, pivoting to scrutinize one among them.

"You, why are you still here?" he questioned, his voice razor-sharp, pinning Suo Qiao beneath an arctic stare that sent shivers down her spine, her mind scrambling for an alibi.

"Farhan!" In the midst of this standoff, Lestari's desperate voice echoed from across the hall.

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