My goal was accomplished. Smirking, I bent down to pick up the torn page.
“One day, you’ll realize just how dangerous it is to meddle with the Kramer family.”
“When that day comes, we’ll see who ends up on their knees, begging for mercy.”
With that, I left the house, heading straight for the nearest pharmacy.
The clerk’s eyes widened at the sight of my bloodied head. She looked hesitant as she handed me the medicine, her voice trembling. “Miss, you should really go to the hospital for this.”
Before I could leave the pharmacy, the infection from my wound caused me to faint, collapsing right there on the ground.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself lying in a hospital ward. A nurse was quietly changing my dressing, seemingly unaware that I had woken up. She chatted openly with her colleague, their conversation floating through the room without restraint.
"Did you hear about the boy staying downstairs? He’s apparently the grandson of the Kramer family! He’s in critical condition, and Mr. Kramer is beside himself with worry. He even called in a team of international experts overnight to consult on the case!"