“Well, aren’t you scary,” Linda replied with a mocking laugh and smug provocation. “You want to come find me? Fine. Go ahead. Do you honestly think I’m scared of you? I’m in the orthopedics department.”

Elissa hung up without another word.

At that exact moment, the elevator doors slid open. She stepped inside without hesitation.

“Miss Holland!” Laney hurried after her. She waved to the bodyguards, signaling them to contact Ernest at once.

Laney could tell exactly where Elissa was headed, and it wasn’t going to end well. With the look in her eyes, there was no stopping her now. All Laney could do was pray that Ernest would get there in time.

As the elevator doors slid shut, Elissa stood motionless, her gaze fixed straight ahead. Her mind was locked on what she was about to do. Whatever Laney or the bodyguards did didn’t matter to her anymore.

The elevator descended to the first floor.

When the doors opened, Elissa stepped out at once, with Laney following closely behind. Elissa passed through the internal medicine building and made her way toward the surgical wing, where the orthopedics department was located.

Elissa stormed down the hallway. Then, she pushed the door open and walked straight into Linda’s hospital room.

Linda had not been feeling well for days. The doctor had recommended she be admitted for observation, so she had checked in earlier that morning.

And ever since, she had been waiting—for Ernest. But instead, Elissa was the first one to show up.

“Well.” Linda sat in a wheelchair, her legs draped with a light blanket. She squinted at Elissa, a smug smile curling on her lips. “I never expected this. I was waiting for Ernest, but look who we have here.”

She adjusted the blanket over her lap and casually asked, “So, what brings you here?”

Her condescending attitude was infuriating. It was as if Elissa wasn’t even worth her attention.

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Those careless words struck a nerve. They cracked open everything Elissa had been holding back.

All the fury poured out like molten lava.

“Linda Harris!” Elissa spat the name as if it burned her tongue.

She lunged forward, eyes blazing and voice ragged with pain. “It was you! You caused my grandfather’s death!”

Linda froze for a heartbeat. Then, she tilted her head with feigned innocence and asked, “What? That old man died?”

She let the silence linger, then suddenly burst into laughter.

As Linda’s laughter echoed through the room, Elissa’s grip on reason began to slip.

“You’re the one responsible for his death! You’re a murderer!” she screamed.

“I’m a murderer?” Linda’s eyes locked onto Elissa’s, sharp and unyielding. “That’s right. I angered him to death! So what? What are you going to do about it? Is there a law against that now? Can you lock someone up for making another person upset?”

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