“When Verona’s hand heals, she’ll operate on your mom again. Your mom will recover, and Verona’s reputation in the medical field will be restored. It’s a win-win.”
That made my pupils shrink, and I trembled all over.
“No, Jericho, you can’t do this! I’ll hate you for it! If anything happens to my mom, I will never forgive you!”
In the end, my cries and struggles were still useless.
He just stood there, watching coldly as I was dragged away to the morgue.
The heavy door slammed shut behind me, and the air at ten degrees below zero wrapped around my body like a shroud.
I couldn’t hold on any longer. It didn’t take long before my vision went black, and I collapsed to the floor.
5
Venice’s POV
When I woke up again, I hadn’t even opened my eyes before I heard movement coming from the morgue.
Two nurses were pushing a stretcher inside. On it lay a body covered with a white sheet.
“This poor lady,” one of them sighed. “She was already in a coma, and they still threw her off the seventh floor. If there hadn’t been something below to break the fall, she would’ve died on the spot.”
At his words, my chest tightened painfully.
A moment later, another voice spoke.