But now, I couldn’t feel even a trace of warmth in her gaze.
When we arrived at the rehabilitation center on the twelfth floor, I lay on the hospital bed as the doctor administered the anesthesia. Drowsiness pulled me under, but just before I slipped into unconsciousness, their voices drifted through the haze.
"Miss Harrison’s leg has been left untreated for too long. If she doesn’t undergo surgery soon, she may never stand again…"
"All the previous rehabilitation treatments were only done halfway and the prescribed medication was replaced with vitamins, per your orders. Chairman Harrison, are you truly willing to watch Azalea remain crippled for life at such a young age?"
"I didn’t pay a fortune to bring you back from abroad just to listen to your nonsense. Do as I say."
Dad’s words held no room for argument.
"So what if she never walks again? We can take care of her for a lifetime. Why should an outsider like you be concerned?"
"Don’t forget, we’ve been paying your salary for the past five years. Do you really think you belong to the hospital?"