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    “I may need to extend my stay by another half month. A friend of mine is injured, and I feel I must stay here to take care of her,” Norah replied.


    Alice, an orphan trained by a secretive organization to be a formidable operative, had suffered her injuries in an attack. The thought of leaving Alice to fend for herself in such a condition was unthinkable to Norah.


    “Alright, I miss you dearly. Make sure to fill me in with all the details once you’re free. I’m eagerly waiting to hear everything!” Joanna responded, already aware of the new rtionship and now eager for the juicy details. After all, firsthand ounts always carried a special authenticity.


    “Got it,” Norah concluded the conversation and maneuvered the sleek, deep blue sports car into the hospital’s underground parking, making her way to Alice’s ward.


    Thanks to Norah’s financial resources, Alice had been ced in the hospital’s finest VIP single room, located on a floor dedicated to such exclusive care, surrounded by silence. As Norah neared Alice’s ward, she was met with the shrill sound of a woman’s voice.


    Peeking in, she saw the caregiver she had hired aggressively cleaning Alice’s face with a washcloth. “You’re such a sorry sight, all alone with no one to care for you! Not a single visitor all morning. How pathetic!”


    Alice, barely conscious, her face pale and her golden hair sprawled across the pillow, weakly attempted to resist with her uninjured hand, but to no avail.


    “Bang!” With a forceful push, Norah burst into Alice’s ward and swiftly brought the caregiver down with a kick, not stopping at just one but delivering two more. “How dare you treat her like this?”


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    Norah had chosen this caregiver based on her supposedly excellent reputation and had not hesitated to pay a premium for what she believed would be superior care for Alice. Yet, Norah was confronted with this appalling scene on the very first day.


    Lying on the floor, the caregiver erupted into curses. “What right do you have to attack me? Aren’t I the one supposed to be nursing her? She wasn’t cooperating, so I had to apply a bit more pressure. I’m calling the police to report your assault.”


    Grasping the spot on her waist where Norah’s kick hadnded, the caregiver shakily tried to reach for her phone. With a swift movement, Norah’s foot connected with the caregiver’s phone, propelling it across the room.


    “Oh, I’ve captured your misconduct on camera. Feel free to call the police—let’s see who they’ll carry off, you or me?” Norah brandished her phone confidently, clearly unsettling the caregiver.


    Despite her predicament, the caregiver defiantly imed, “I was merely tending to her, wiping her face. Didn’t you notice? She was—”


    “Enough!” Norah cut her off sharply. “What I’ve witnessed firsthand won’t be dismissed by your feeble excuses. You can save your stories for the police.”


    Norah then turned her attention to Alice, leaning over with genuine concern. “Alice, are you okay?”


    Alice managed a weak nod. “I’m okay, just a bit sore,” she said, trying to smile through the difort. “Being in this vulnerable state and at the mercy of others is quite maddening.”


    Alice knew that if she hadn’t been injured, she would have dealt with the caregiver herself, ensuring that anyone who dared to harm her would regret it. As a seasoned assassin, Alice had always dealt decisively with threats.


    However, Norah’s intervention, though, seemed too lenient by Alice’s standards. Yet, the impact of Norah’s kicks was undeniable, leaving the caregiver lying on the floor, unable to stand for quite some time.


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