CHAPTER 14
Author: Author_Danny
last update2026-01-24 02:58:33

The hospital room was too quiet. The only sound was the steady, annoying beep of the heart monitor and the hum of the air conditioner.

I stood by the bed and looked down at my mother, Elena. She looked so small under those white sheets, like a doll made of glass.

She had mysteriously fallen down the stairs. Did Marcus push her? Or did he eventually find a way to finally poison her?

I cursed under my breath.

In my first life, I came here to cry. I came here to hold her hand and tell her everythi
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