"Old madam? Hahaha!"
Bertha Marley laughed coquettishly, arrogantly saying, "Don't expect her to save you. Today is the day you part forever!"
As she finished speaking.
Suddenly, six burly men who had been hiding around pounced out, surrounding the fallen Aunt Hong, trapping her like a fragile bird, their eyes glaring fiercely.
"This lowly servant is yours."
Bertha Marley, with a seductive glance, proudly said, disdainfully, "After you vent your anger, don't forget to take her back for a torturous interrogation."
"Understood, Princess," they all replied in unison.
"Hmm."
Bertha Marley turned the car around and drove a dozen meters away…
She smiled with satisfaction.
When she arrived at the hospital.
Julian Johnsons was standing with Isabella Lindsey outside the intensive care corridor.
The two of them, amidst the grim and bleak atmosphere of the medical room, stood out remarkably.
One was exceptionally distinguished.
The other was exquisitely graceful.
