Chapter 173

A woman in her 50s was on the hospital bed. She had long silver hair tied at the back of her head.

She looked thin, and the oversized hospital gown hung loosely over her frail frame. The bones of her shoulders were protruding from beneath the fabric.

The woman had a sickly and pale complexion, devoid of any color. Her eyes were large with a deep set of double eyelids and luscious eyelashes.

And yet, such a beautiful pair of eyes had a vacant gaze, clouded and distant. One could easily tell that she wasn't sane.

Even though the woman was mentally ill, she still retained the demeanor of a refined lady. There was a hint of gentle elegance beneath her haggard appearance.

Queenie was hugging an exquisite old doll in her arms. Her head hung low as she gently rocked the doll while humming a song.

"Sleep, sleep, my precious one; in Mommy's arms, the day is done. Rocking gently, to and fro; close your eyes, let dreams now flow."

Queenie seemed not to notice them even when they entered th