NovelUSAImogen muttered to herself and then smiled. “I misspoke. How could a child of the Russell family have such a father? He doesn't deserve to be your father the instructing the maids not to leave the child unattended for even a moment, Imogen changed her clothes and quietly lett the room, heading toward another bulding A corridor bridge connected the two villas, making it a convenient walk.
Imogen, familar with the layout, went straight up to the third floor, where Stephan's room was located.
At the moment, two rows of guards stood at the door, their expressions tense and solemn. The entire corridor was filled with the distinct smell of disinfectant and medicine Upon hearing the sound of footsteps, Stanley looked up and, seeing Imogen, humed to meet her. "Ms. Russell, why are you here? Mr. Russell is still undergoing emergency treatment. The situation isn't good. You should go back-".
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Taketo see him," Imogen cut Stanley off before he could finish, her tone commanding and leaving no room for argument.
Stanley, having been immersed in his acting in the past few days, remained committed to his role. His voice broke slightly as he said, "Miss, Mr. Russell's current state is unsightly. I can't even bring myself to look. You really shouldn't see him." Imogen was left speechless by his acting skills.
She rolled her eyes at Stanley, bypassed him, and placed her finger on the fingerprint scanner, unlocking the tightly secured door with ease.
The guards, including Stanley, watched in shock. How did she manage to unlock it so effortlessly? Before they could react, she had already pushed the door open and walked inside.
"Miss, you can't go in!" Stanley panicked. Things were getting out of hand, but he didn't dare to stop her physically.
With that, Imogen entered the room without any trouble.
And there, she saw her so-called critically poisoned, dying brother. He was currently holding Felicia's hand, swaying it back and forth as if he were trying to coax ber.
She was rendered speechless once more. So much for worrying and hurrying over Inside the room, Felicia, visibly annoyed by Stephan's persistence, was about to shake him off when she heard the sound of approaching footsteps. Tuming around, she locked eyes with Imogen.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmUnlike the others, Felicia could tell at a glance. Imogen's eyes were n vision had recovered. She could see again! Felicia was a little surprised. Did Imogen take the medicine? much clearer than before, with a sharp focus that was previously absent. This meant that her Meanwhile, Stephan remained lazily slouched on the lounge chair, his legs crossed casually. He remained silent. After all, he was supposed to be playing the role of a dying man lying in bed. But before he could maintain the act for even a few seconds, he received a sharp kick to his leg "Imogen?" He winced in pain, momentarily confused
Between linogen and his lounge chair, there was still a small coffee table, yet she had walked over without any difficulty!
Imogen hummed softly, unable to suppress a smile. Her eyes reddened slightly filled with emotion. "The last hley tI saw you was 15 years ago.
Now, I can finally see you again." She paused, then softened her voice to say, "I'm sorry. I've been a terrible sister to you."
Without giving Stephan tto respond, she turned directly to Felicia and blinked. "But the one I owe the biggest apology to is you. I'm truly is sorry for taking out my frustrations on you and harboring unfounded resentment. Honestly, looking back now, I'm tempted to slap myself. I'm sorry, Felicia"
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