Chapter 029

When Renee regained consciousness, she found herself in the hospital.

Her eyes fluttered open, but her mind was still foggy. She heard voices conversing by her bed.

"How is she?"

A deep, familiar voice with a hint of danger.

"Mr. Grey, she's fine now. I stake my career on it - Ms. Lacey's hand will fully recover."

Hand?

Hearing this word, Renee slowly awakened, her half-open eyes focusing on the name tag of a white-coated figure by her bed.

"Head of Neurology, Dr. Francis Miller"

A familiar name.

She remembered.

In her past life, when Annie cut her hand while cooking, Carl had anxiously called in the best neurologist to examine her.

That same day, Renee had gotten an opportunity to redesign jewelry for a major brand, but her hand's nerves were severed by a fleeing robber.

She had begged the hospital to find the best neurologist, only to be told the doctor had been taken by Carl to treat Annie's minor cut.

She had called Carl, pleading desperately, but he had said, "Can't you stop overr