Chapter: 409

The woman took a quick look around, noticed some punks with colorful hair, and then looked away, taking her belongings into the hospital.

"I believe you're capable of dealing with this issue. I'm leaving now."

Jack hopped onto his motorcycle and sped off down the road.

Puffing up his chest, the associate ordered, “You three, stay here on the lookout. Let me know as soon as that woman exits, and I'll get in touch with the rest."

Unaware of the eyes watching her from outside, Norah opened the hospital door and walked in with her belongings.

"Alice, I've brought you some fruit... Alice? What happened?" Norah's items fell to the ground as she was taken aback by the mess around Alice's hospital bed and hurried forward.

Alice was lying on the bed, her eyes empty as she stared at the ceiling, bruises and cuts scattered across her face and neck, with fresh injuries on top of those not yet healed. Her hospital gown was in shreds, exposing the red marks of blood on two bandaged wounds.

Nothing else in this ward seemed to have been touched.

Norah had just stepped out for a meal and to buy some fruit, never expecting that chaos would erupt in such a brief span.

Norah gently helped Alice adjust on the bed, saying, “Don't speak just yet. I'll take care of your injuries."

The IV needle had been forcibly removed, but fortunately, the puncture was covered with gauze, which helped to prevent too much bleeding. But the gunshot wound was in a dire state, having reopened and was bleeding badly.

Norah grabbed some bandages from the nurse's station and quickly attended to Alice's injuries.

ALL the while, Alice's expression was serious. She remained silent, her gaze fixed on nothing in particular.

"Alice... What happened?" Norah was deeply concerned for Alice. They had been conversing normally before she left for a meal. But suddenly, everything was different.

Alice's eyes moved around a bit, and she turned her head to see Norah, her look sharpening as she said, “Norah, you're back.”

“Yes, I've come back." Norah grasped Alice's hand gently and asked, “Alice, can you share with me what happened?"

While Norah was at the nurse's station getting supplies, she made sure to tell the doctors to give them some privacy. Norah, being a doctor herself, was confident she could manage whatever condition Alice was facing.

"Well..." Alice started to recount the whole story.

Alice had settled back down on the bed to rest when Norah left for lunch. As she hovered between consciousness and sleep, several intruders stormed in. They removed her blanket, ripped out the IV needle, pricked her with slender needles, and aggressively struck her face while shouting insults. Initially, they had different plans, but after noticing her injuries, they settled for mocking her before leaving.

A sense of fear enveloped Norah as she lifted Alice's gown, revealing numerous puncture marks on her abdomen, back, and chest.

"At that moment, I wished I could just die." Alice didn't fear death.

Her real fear was that her tormentors would continue to live.

Norah embraced Alice softly and said, "It's alright, Alice. I'm here with you."

Norah soothed Alice by patting her shoulder and asked, “Do you recall our childhood conversation?"