"Did you see these? Do you know that in the past eight years, James was passionately tangled with me every night when you were heartbroken and crying out in pain? He also made a recording of your wailing voice to heighten our passion …"
"Originally, James planned to throw the heart that was transplanted into you into the trash after it died. I don’t know what trick you used, you bitch, but the surgery actually worked!”
"But it doesn't matter. James said your illness is most susceptible to anger—one wrong move and you'll die of rage. We'll wear you down first, then your parents. Then your entire family fortune and this hospital will be ours! So tell me — is divorce enough?”
Suddenly, when the thought of eight years of me staying alone at home, while enduring excruciating pain and clutching photos of James, flooded my mind, a sharp pang shot through my heart.
But before my hand could land on her face, James burst through the door and kicked my wrist. Then pulled Wanda into his arms.
Wanda, looking as wronged as a little rabbit, cowered in James's embrace.
Before I could say a word, she beat me to it.
"James, I just thought Mabel would be bored after her surgery, so I came to keep her company. But the moment I walked in, she accused me of taking away the doctor and tried to hit me...”
Just as I was about to explain, James lunged forward and slapped me across the face. "Mabel Jameson, why do you always have to bully Wanda? I was the one who called the doctors away. Take it out on me if you have a problem!"
“I've got scores to settle with you too! That bitch told me everything about your schemes! Let me tell you, James, stop dreaming. This is my family's hospital. You're nothing but a lowly lackey working for us for the rest of your life!”
‘If you behave yourself, I’ll spare your life. Otherwise, you…"
James exchanged a swift glance with Wanda, then lunged forward to grab my throat.
"Otherwise, what? Let me tell you, I sent your parents abroad long ago. Since you’ve blown our cover, fine. Today, you die!"
As he tightened his grip, James turned and shouted at Wanda, "Wanda, come here and help me! Our golden days are finally here!"
No sooner had he said the words, my parents rushed in, followed by a bunch of people.
