Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
City X, St. Francis Hospital.
Today is just like yesterday, calm and peaceful.
After last night's light rain, there are still some lingering water stains on the ground. As I walk, my shoes leave a series of footprints that look like they are about to fade away.
The sky was especially blue after the rain, but suddenly a shadow accompanied by a rumble broke in. People coming and going for medical treatment curiously looked up at the sky. The aircraft body was dazzling bright yellow, and the sunlight shone through the helicopter's glass, allowing people to vaguely see the figures inside. The helicopter circled over the hospital for a few rounds, finally landing on the rooftop. The rotor blades slowed down gradually, and with a click of the door, a well-proportioned woman was respectfully escorted out.
Elena slowly took off her sunglasses, revealing her unique dark gray eyes, characteristic of The Snowd family.
The people on the street were already drawn to the twenty limited edition sports cars following closely behind, so there were not many people craning their necks to look at the rooftop at the moment.
" Miss Snowd."
The once rarely seen dean, now rubbing his hands, bowed and stood in front of Elena, warmly welcoming her. Such treatment, only this one in the entire City X. "You go about your business, I'm just here to see an old friend," Elena didn't even look at this prominent figure in City X, and had the plane turned back, hands in pockets, striding past him with a cool air.
"Miss, wait a moment!" Dean Hassan suddenly called out anxiously. When Elena turned around, he lowered his voice. "Regarding the proposal for the batch of regenerative cell instruments purchased by St. Francis last time—"
"I will consider it."
This time, Hassan did not stop her.
With the dean's indication, Elena went directly into the VIP exclusive elevator. She habitually flicked the hair at the back of her neck, feeling a slight chill on the back of her hand, and then remembered that she had cut her hair. She looked at her reflection in the elevator, with neat black short hair, the ends of which were slightly flipped up due to the flight just now. Thinking of the person she was about to meet, she pinched the ends of her hair with two fingers and pressed them down.
In the mirror, the woman's gray eyes seemed to possess a magical power, as if they could see through everything.
...
Amanda sat in her wheelchair, just now hearing the lively noise outside.
I heard a rich person has arrived and put on a big show. With so many rich people around, how much richer can one be compared to Osiris? Amanda sneered.
These people are too shallow-minded.
The nurse knocked on the door to remind that it's time for an injection.
Amanda frowned irritably, Osiris was not around, and she couldn't even be bothered to fake an expression.
Extending her arm, Amanda turned to look out the window, wondering when Osiris would return.
"Ouch! That hurts so much, can't you insert the needle properly?!"
The sudden pain infuriated Amanda, and she forcefully pushed the nurse in front of her, watching as the nurse fell to the ground, a sense of satisfaction flashing through Amanda's mind.
Yes, she just likes the feeling of being high and mighty.
If she could stand up now...
She glared ominously at the nurse in front of her.
"S-sorry."
The nurse stumbled as she picked up the scattered trays and a few unpackaged medical supplies from the ground.
"Don't bother picking those up, I don't need any damaged goods. Hurry up, I don't have time to waste with you," said Amanda impatiently.
Amanda was annoyed by the young nurse, wondering how the hospital could assign a novice to take care of her. When Osiris arrived, she was determined to make those people pay!
"Blood! Are you even capable? If not, just resign and don't embarrass yourself! Get lost!" The water cup was fiercely thrown against the door, splashing juice and making the floor sticky.
Amanda angrily glared at the nurse, then suddenly saw the door swing open, revealing a person standing there, leisurely observing her.
Red lips, black hair, somehow familiar.
Amanda frowned in recollection, but her gaze couldn't help but wander along the expensive white dress of the woman.
It was a high-end design from Brand L, which she had seen a certain celebrity wear once online.
Elena calmly watches as Amanda fails to conceal her greedy gaze.
So unabashed, Osiris has been fooled for so long. Should we say this man is too naive, or has he been blinded by love?
"Do you still not remember, Amanda?"
Elena stepped on the sticky fruit juice, and the white Brand L limited edition high heels immediately got stained, but she didn't mind. Instead, she took a few more steps forward.
She watched Amanda go from confusion to shock to anger, and lightly curled her lips.
"Elena!"
"It's me," Elena nodded in satisfaction.
"Now you remember," Amanda looked at her in disbelief for a while, seemingly finding her voice again, with a cold and stiff expression as she sneered.
"Lousy material can't be made into something great, even if Osiris gives you a lot, you're still just a bumpkin."
Confirming that the person in front of her was Elena, Amanda automatically turned the limited edition Brand L outfit on her into a knockoff in her mind.
"You spent so much money just to get these knockoffs to show off? Elena, you're not even worthy of Osiris."
Amanda struck a pose that seemed unworthy of Osiris.
"Osiris values you so much, otherwise he wouldn't have given you ten million when you broke up."
When mentioning ten million, Amanda's mouth twitched for a moment.
"You don't understand his painstaking efforts at all, yet you're so recklessly extravagant. If Osiris were here, he would definitely be upset. Why is it that you've been together for three years, but you don't understand him at all?"
Every word from Amanda is filled with sorrow for Osiris, but the whole sentence belittles Elena from head to toe.
She's just using Osiris's divorce as a way to elevate herself and dominate Elena.
Because Elena is not interesting, she was divorced.
Because Elena is vain and hypocritical, she was divorced.
But what is the truth?
Elena felt as if her throat was being tightly squeezed by a hand, and the owner of that hand was the "good person" in front of her, Amanda.
"Amanda."
Elena suddenly spoke, in a low and deep voice, making Amanda suddenly feel a little scared.
She hurriedly concealed her momentary unease and looked at Elena, "Did I say something wrong? Do you know why Osiris wants to divorce you—"
"You don't deserve to call his name, let alone my name."
With that, Elena had already rushed forward and given Amanda a resounding slap.
She hit it hard, her palm turning a faint red, and the whole palm feeling numb and swollen. Amanda was stunned for seven or eight seconds before covering her face. The bright red five-finger mark on her face was so clear.
"You hit me?!!"
Elena, who always speaks to herself with her head down, actually dared to hit her!
Comment 0 Comment Count