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"Miss Amanda had an allergic reaction to anesthesia, so Mr. Osiris may not be able to see her until tomorrow. Miss Amanda has been taken to the observation room, and it is expected that she will be transferred to a regular ward around 10 a.m. tomorrow once her condition stabilizes."
A few months later.
"Erin, have you heard? That person named Amanda has already started rehabilitation, and it's said that she has regained function in most of her leg nerves."
"Jason asked me, 'When did you find out she was faking her illness?'
Maxim chuckled, thinking his friend was like a curious baby, constantly asking him questions.
"During the last check-up," Elena answered.
"You really are kind-hearted, showing mercy to that kind of woman. Do you really hope her leg will be healed? Osiris That guy won't be grateful to you just because of this little favor." Maxim asked Elena who was reading a novel on the balcony without even looking up, holding the original book he never let go of. The sunlight was abundant, casting its rays on Elena's bare legs, and the tiny hairs seemed to instantly take on the color of the sunlight.
Elena propped up her feet and turned the page slowly. "Of course not. I'm not a saint. What benefit do I get from being kind to her?"
"Then why do you want me to ask Jason to help her?" Maxim glanced at the relaxed Elena from behind the book. "Helping you out with this will owe me a big favor."
He didn't think his sister was an overly accommodating pushover.
"Thanks, but of course I have my own intentions." Elena turned another page. "Don't forget who I am."
"A member of the the Snowd Family can't possibly be just a harmless little girl, right?" Elena's gray eyes sparkled in the sunlight. "As you said, killing King isn't that easy. First, offer some sweet rewards, then slowly eliminate the people around her one by one."
Elena smirked, enchanting everyone. "But I think just torturing her is too boring. I prefer to silently torture her to death."
When the surgery was first performed, it was in the midst of a bitter cold winter, but now the wind has changed from cold and harsh to warm. Clusters of flowers have formed on the branches outside the window, and their fragrance quietly drifts into the ward through the cracks in the window. Today is the day of discharge.
AussieI promised her that I would pick her up from the hospital early.
"Miss, you seem to be in a good mood today," the maid said, stealing a glance at her expression and tentatively speaking.
"Mmm," Amanda responded, shifting her gaze from outside the window to the inside of the room.
"Is everything packed up?" The maid nodded obediently.
There is a pair of crutches by the bed, which is now Amanda's reliance after multiple rehabilitation sessions. The maid has been paying attention to Amanda's movements. When she is about to get up, the maid hurriedly goes forward to help, but as soon as her hand touches Amanda's elbow, she is pushed away by Amanda's unfriendly expression.
"I can do it myself."
Struggling to wedge the armpit crutch under her arms, Amanda unsteadily placed both feet on the ground. Despite a successful surgery, she hadn't truly moved for several years, resulting in severe weakness in her lower body. Being able to barely stand on her tiptoes now was the result of training.
"Miss, where are you going?" The maid nervously followed behind, afraid that if anything else happened on the day Amanda was discharged from the hospital, she, as a powerless maid, couldn't afford the consequences. "Why hasn't Aussie come yet?" Amanda was getting impatient, hobbling towards the door with her crutches.
Seeing her almost reaching the door of the ward, she suddenly loosened her grip, and the crutch slipped out, causing her to fall directly.
"Amanda!"
A pair of strong hands caught her securely.
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