Chapter 150

Jessica lay in the hospital bed, her body weak, bruised, and barely able to move.

The sterile smell of the private ward filled her nostrils as the low beeping of machines echoed in the room.

Her vision was blurry, and every breath felt like an effort. She knew she was being kept alive for a reason perhaps so Mrs. Rose could toy with her life just a little longer.

Yet, a part of her still held on, hoping for a miracle.

The door creaked open, and in walked a man in a white coat, his face obscured by a surgical mask.

He closed the door behind him and briefly glanced at the guards stationed outside.

He lingered for a moment, studying their positions and ensuring no one was paying too much attention.

"Mrs. Jessica," he whispered as he approached her bed, his voice steady yet urgent.

Jessica stirred, her eyes slowly focusing on the figure before her. Something about his voice felt different, not like the cold, clinical tone she had grown accustomed to.

The doctor leaned down, lowering h