She inhaled deeply, eyes closing for a brief moment before she turned away to leave.

“Hadley!” Eric grabbed her arm in urgency. “It’s not what you’re thinking.”

He hadn’t planned to tell her, but with things unraveling like this, he figured it was better she saw it herself.

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“She’s… not herself right now.”

Hadley narrowed her eyes, confused.

“What are you talking about?”

Keeping a firm grip on her hand, Eric urged, “Come upstairs with me.

You’ll get it once you see her.”

Hadley didn’t care to see Linda—she had no interest in her at all, but something in his tone stirred her curiosity. She wanted to know what kind of drama Linda was putting on this time.

“Then take me,” she said.

Eric didn’t let go of her hand as they went back to the building, making their way toward the orthopedics department.

At the door of the VIP room, they watched through the glass observation window, able to see everything unfolding inside.

A caregiver stood beside Linda, bowl in hand, coaxing gently. “Miss Harris, please… just one more bite?”

Linda didn’t say a word. She sat slouched in a wheelchair, hair wild, head wrapped in thick bandages. Her lips stayed shut. Arms folded tight, she eyed the caregiver with suspicion.

“Who are you? I don’t know you… stay back!” She jerked her head, refusing outright. “I’m not eating that.”

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“Miss Harris, it’s me—Jane. You don’t remember? I’ve been with you this whole time,” Jane said softly, nudging the spoon closer to her lips.

“If you don’t eat now, you won’t have enough strength to get better. Just one bite… please?”

“No! No!”

Suddenly, Linda raised her arm and struck, knocking the bowl and spoon from Jane’s hands—they clattered to the floor.

“Oh no…” Jane gasped. “Now what?”

Linda recoiled, clutching her head in a panic. “I don’t know who you are! Why are you making me eat?”

Her voice rose, frantic now. “Ernest! Where are you, Ernest?”

And when no answer came, she called for someone else. “Eric! Eric, where are you?”

Outside the room, Hadley stood frozen, watching the scene unfold, her complexion draining of color.

What she saw brought back a chilling memory—Ferris’ wife, Milly.

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Hadley turned to Eric, her expression caught between disbelief and suspicion. She tapped her temple. “Here…?”

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