The room was incredibly expensive! The purpose of booking this room was simply so that Annie and Ryanna could enjoy the sunrise. Yet, she dismissed the expense as trivial compared to the rewards she anticipated.
The caller, sounding skeptical, remarked, “Just ensure you don’t bungle this. You’re aware of the consequences, aren’t you? Succeed, and you’ll be duly rewarded.”
Fiona was already steps ahead with her strategy. Confidently, she assured, “Don’t worry.” She resented the caller’s tone, but the paycheck justified enduring it.
Without another word, the caller disconnected.
Fiona scoffed lightly, “Katelyn, it seems you’ve amassed quite the array of enemies.”
Katelyn had originally planned to stay in the hotel for the next few days without going out, but then she remembered Elora’s illness. Updates on Elora’s health had been consistently delivered to her by the attending physician over the last few days. But she still needed to go see how Elora was doing.
Although Katelyn didn’t want Elora to survive, after all, it was a surgery she had performed. She couldn’t allow her patient to die. Her medical ethics would never permit such a thing to happen.
So, Katelyn disguised herself, wearing the grim visage of Hades with a mask, and set off for the hospital.
Twenty minutes later, she entered the hospital and headed directly to Elora’s room.
Upon entering the ward, Katelyn noticed Elora, looking weak on her bed, her head covered in bandages.
Elora’s glare was unwelcoming as she spotted Katelyn. “Who are you? This isn’t a place for strangers. Leave now!”
Her attitude, arrogant and domineering as ever, hadn’t changed one bit. She treated everyone this way. Katelyn remained silent in response.
Elora’s frustration grew, but before she could voice her irritation, the attending physician hurried in. With a respectful nod to Katelyn, he greeted, “Hades.”
Elora’s expression shifted to one of realization as she recognized the identity of the person before her. In amazement, she asked, “You are Hades?”
Katelyn met her gaze with a cold stare and responded sternly, “Still want me to leave? If that’s what you desire, I’ll gladly fulfill your request.” She showed no kindness toward Elora whatsoever.
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Elora felt a wave of panic. She recalled from her recent awakening that Hades had been instrumental in saving her life.
Attempting to rise, she stuttered, “I apologize, Hades. I didn’t recognize you immediately.”
The attending physician quickly intervened, pressing gently on her shoulder. “Please, stay still. Your wound is barely healing. We must avoid reopening it.”
The surgery had been a major craniotomy, not a simple procedure. Reopening the surgical site would necessitate another operation. Even though she wouldn’t need Hades to perform the surgery again, no doctor would ever want to redo a procedure.
Constrained to her bed, Elora looked up at Katelyn with remorse. “I am deeply sorry.”
Katelyn examined her with detachment, merely nodding as she assessed Elora’s condition.
Concluding her examination, Katelyn remarked bluntly, “You’re stable for now. Try to remain calm. Any stress could worsen your condition, and I will not perform another surgery.”
Katelyn’s straightforwardness caused Elora’s face to pale.
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