Inside the VIP ward of Velaridge City Hospital, the sound of glass shattering echoed loudly through the corridor.
Crash—
A flower vase smashed against the wall as Lilian swept everything within reach onto the floor.
The once spotless room had become a complete mess.
"Miss Lilian, please calm down!"
The medical staff member spoke cautiously while inching forward carefully.
Two security officers stood nearby, visibly tense as they watched her.
Lilian, however, seemed completely unstable.
Wearing a loose hospital gown, she looked noticeably thinner than before. Thick bandages still covered part of her face, exposing only a portion of the deep cut along her cheek.
Although most of the bruises on her body had already healed, the wound on her face remained severe.
The doctors had already performed several procedures over the past week, but there was still no guarantee the scar would disappear completely.
And for Lilian—
That was the cruelest punishment imaginable.
