The person holding back the stretcher was one of the family members—a tall, burly man. Using his size to his advantage, he stubbornly refused to let them pass, glaring fiercely at everyone.
Seeing this, the other family members swarmed forward. One of them even waved to the professional hospital troublemakers. "Everyone, get over here! Surround them! There are so many of us!"
Aurora Sterling stared at them, her gaze cold and ruthless, as if she were looking at inanimate objects. Even Timothy Sterling beside her couldn't help but loosen his collar. He had seen this look in his daughter's eyes before—back when she had mercilessly dealt with Joy Dalton and her collaborators.
However, before the professional troublemakers could close in, Aurora Sterling had already pried the man's hand off the stretcher with just one of her own.
Aurora Sterling bent the man's hand back at a twisted angle, forcing him to grimace in pain. "Agh! Let me go! It hurts! It hurts!"
