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    “I’ll make sure she learns her lesson,” Norah reassured Alice, approaching the groaning caregiver on the floor, her aura as cold as ice.


    “Don’te any closer, please…” the caregiver pleaded, fear evident in her voice. Despite Norah’s graceful appearance, her actions had proven her strength, leaving the caregiver struggling to rise to her feet.


    “You came highly rmended, didn’t you? So why resort to mistreating your patient on your very first day?” Norah questioned, her tone icy.


    “I-I…” The caregiver, overwhelmed by fear, could barely form a coherent response. Her attempts at self-defense faltered into a mumble.


    Norah remembered selecting this caregiver for her apparent professionalism. However, the caregiver’s actions betrayed a petty jealousy. Envious of Norah’s beauty and wealth, which afforded such care, the caregiver had acted out of spite.


    Upon arriving to tend to Alice this morning, the caregiver’s envy clouded her judgment. Alice, in the hospital’s finest single room, was under the care of what was supposed to be the most skilled caregiver. Yet, when the caregiver began to clean Alice’s face, her eyes were clouded with bewilderment.


    The beauty of Alice’s face only deepened the caregiver’s resentment, pushing her actions to be more spiteful. The caregiver grew harsher with her movements, apanying her roughness with derisivements, indifferent to the potential loss of her job or the opportunities it provided.


    What the caregiver hadn’t anticipated was the solitude of the ward throughout the morning, Norah’s sudden appearance, and the consequences of her own actions and words.


    Seizing the caregiver by the cor, Norah hoisted her up, forcing their gazes to meet directly. “Was it this hand you used to harm her?” she inquired, her voiceced with menace.


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    As Norah twisted the caregiver’s fingers, the initial gentle pressure quickly became unbearable, drawing a sharp cry of pain from the caregiver. “Please, I admit I was wrong. Forgive me… Ah! It’s too painful. I’m sorry.”


    The caregiver’s cries seemed to be filled with distress, but Norah, unmoved, applied enough force to break four of her fingers. With a nonchnt gesture, Norah let the caregiver copse to the floor, issuing a stark warning: “Leave now, unless you’d like me to do something even worse to you.”


    Through her pain, the caregiver recognized the stark contrast between Norah’s appearance and her true essence—an angelic facade masking a merciless heart.


    Casting onest nce at Norah, the caregiver silently vowed through gritted teeth. She dragged herself away, leaving her phone behind as she exited Alice’s ward in defeat.


    Norah then closed the door and returned to Alice’s side. “Alice, did that make you feel a little better?” she asked, gently tucking Alice’s hair behind her ear, her voiceced with apology for the dyed intervention.


    “It’s not your fault, Norah. How could we have known the caregiver would act so vilely? I appreciate your efforts to care for me,” Alice reassured Norah, managing a full sentence before a sharp intake of breath betrayed her pain.


    Alice was no stranger to injury, but now, absent the pressures of active duty, she could afford to heal at her own pace.


    After ensuring Alice’sfort, Norah broached the subject of the previous day’s incident. “Alice, what happened at the café? It’s unlike you to be injured like this.”


    Alice’s response came with a light-hearted chuckle, though the story she recounted was anything but humorous. “A moment of foolishness on my part. I went back to rescue a little girl and ended up getting shot.”


    Alice had initially found safety, but instead of reuniting with Norah right away, she had chosen not to rush, knowing that Norah was with Sean and in no immediate danger.


    It was the sight of a lonely little girl on the street that had spurred Alice into action, a decision that led to her rescuing the girl. The girl’s mother, however, whisked the child away without so much as a nce.


    “After that, I just lost consciousness from the blood loss,” Alice concluded, her tone one of resignation to the unforeseen consequences of herpassionate act.


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