Chapter: 402

Norah then turned her attention to Alice, leaning over with genuine concern. "Alice, are you okay?"

Alice managed a weak nod. "I'm okay. Just a bit sore," she said, trying to smile through the discomfort. "Being in this vulnerable state and at the mercy of others is quite maddening."

Alice knew if she hadn't been injured, she would have dealt with the caregiver herself, ensuring anyone who dared to harm her would regret it.

As a seasoned assassin, Alice had always dealt decisively with threats. Norah's intervention, though, seemed too lenient by her standards. Yet, the impact of Norah's kicks was undeniable, leaving the caregiver lying on the floor, unable to stand for a considerable time.

"I'll make sure she learns her lesson," Norah reassured Alice, approaching the groaning caregiver on the floor, her aura as cold as ice.

“Don't come any closer, please..." the caregiver pleaded, fear evident in her voice.

Despite Norah's graceful appearance, her actions had proven her strength, leaving the caregiver struggling to rise to her feet.

"You came highly recommended, didn't you? So why resort to mistreating your patient on your very first day?" Norah questioned, her tone icy.

"I... I..." The caregiver, overwhelmed by fear, could barely form a coherent response, her attempts at self-defense faltering into mumb Ling.

Norah remembered selecting this very caregiver for the latter's apparent professionalism.

However, the caregiver's actions betrayed a petty jealousy. Envious of Norah's beauty and wealth that afforded such care for Alice, the caregiver had acted out of spite.

Upon arriving to tend to Alice this morning, envy clouded the caregiver's judgment. Alice was in the hospital's finest single room, under the care of what was supposed to be the most skilled caregiver.

As the caregiver began to clean Alice's face, Alice awoke, her eyes clouded with bewilderment. The beauty of Alice's face only deepened the caregiver's resentment, pushing her actions to become more spiteful. The caregiver grew harsher with her actions, accompanying her roughness with derisive comments, indifferent to the potential loss of her job or the income it provided.

What the caregiver hadn't anticipated was the solitude of the ward throughout the morning, Norah's sudden appearance, and the consequences of her own actions and words.

Seizing the caregiver by the collar, Norah hoisted the caregiver to meet her gaze directly. "Was it this hand you used to harm her?" she inquired, her voice laced with menace.

As Norah began to twist the caregiver's fingers, the initial gentle pressure quickly became unbearable, eliciting a sharp cry of pain from the caregiver. “Please, I admit I was wrong. Forgive me... Ah!

It's too painful. I'm truly sorry."

The caregiver's cries resembled those of distress, but Norah, unmoved, applied enough force to break four of the caregiver's fingers.

With a nonchalant gesture, Norah let the caregiver collapse to the floor, issuing a stark warning, “Leave now, unless you'd like me to do something even worse to you."

The caregiver, through her pain, recognized the dichotomy of Norah's appearance and essence, an angelic facade masking a merciless heart.

Casting one last glance at Norah, a silent vow made through gritted teeth, the caregiver dragged herself away, leaving her phone behind as she exited Alice's ward in defeat.

Norah then closed the door and returned to Alice's side. “Alice, did that make you feel a Little better?" she asked, gently tucking Alice's hair behind, her voice laced with apology for her delayed intervention.

"It's not your fault, Norah. How could we have known the caregiver would act so vilely? I appreciate your efforts to care for me,"

Alice reassured Norah, managing a full sentence before a sharp intake of breath betrayed her pain.