?Chapter 96:


    The confidence on Sandra’s face cracked for a moment. She flicked her eyes toward Elvira, lips twitching in difort.


    That woman was wearing a mask like she had something to hide. It did not take a genius to guess that she was one of Maia’s sketchy friends. And if she was hanging around with Maia, then she was probably just as worthless and pitiful as Maia.


    A nasty smile curled across Sandra’s mouth. “Why do you care? I’ll buy whatever I want. Like Dr. Cullen’s gonna find out anyway. Sounds like you’re just bitter because you can’t afford it. If you’re so capable, why not snag an appointment yourself? Coming here empty-handed and still thinking you can get treated? You’ve got some nerve. Should I call security to kick you out?”


    With azy shrug, Elvira crossed her arms and chuckled, her voice cool as ice as she said, “Go ahead. I’d actually love to see who gets kicked out.”


    Memories of Maia’s past had once reached Elvira’s ears, painting a bitter story of betrayal. Four years ago, Maia had been set up by Rosanna, the real daughter of the Morgan family, framed by those she once called family, and left to rot in prison.


    Rage had simmered inside Elvira when she first heard it. What kind of people could raise a child for over a decade and still know nothing about her character? How could they throw her away without lifting a finger to find the truth?


    Wront Prison was not just a prison. It was a ce people feared — a living nightmare. The sheer cruelty of the Morgans was something Elvira still could not wrap her head around.


    Standing across from Sandra and Rosanna now, Elvira realized that even her worst assumptions had fallen short. The disgust wing at her chest had never been stronger.


    Oblivious, Sandra remained clueless that the masked young woman she was ring at was the very Dr. Cullen she was so desperate to meet.


    Growing more agitated by the second, Sandra finally snapped and shouted, “Where are the security guards? Someone get them!”


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    Although today’s event was open to the public, the hospital had made sure to ce security guards every few meters to keep things from spiraling out of control.


    Responding to Sandra’s yelling, a pair of guards quickly made their way over.


    “Is there a problem here, ma’am?” one asked, his tone cautious but firm. By then, dozens of curious eyes had turned their way. A few nosy patients even drifted closer, eager to catch every detail of the drama.


    Sandra pointed a manicured finger toward Maia and her group, lifting her chin high as she practically shouted, “These people are trash from the slums. They do not even have an appointment with Dr. Cullen, yet they march in here demanding to be seen. They’re clearly here to cause trouble. Does this hospital just let anyone wander around? Kick them out before they ruin it for the rest of us.”


    Hearing the words “trash from the slums,” several of the guards narrowed their eyes in disgust.


    Whispers rippled through the waiting crowd.


    “People from the slums? They sure do not look like it.”


    “If they’re really from the slums, they probably don’t even have enough to pay the registration fee.”


    “Honestly, people like that should just stay where they belong. If you can’t afford medical care, why waste everyone’s time? It’s not like society needs them anyway.”


    “Look at that one — hiding behind a mask. Bet it’s some nasty disease they’re carrying.”


    The whispers kept rolling, each one nastier than thest. What had been a calm, orderly waiting area quickly dissolved into a buzz of suspicion and fear.


    Without waiting for things to get worse, one of the security guards stepped forward, his tone sharp and impatient. “You need to leave. Now.”


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