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    The nurse rushed into the room, followed by her colleagues.


    Elora had earned a notorious reputation at the hospital, causing scenes daily—whether by throwing tantrums, breaking things, or hurling insults at anyone nearby. Any semnce of her former refined demeanor had vanished, reced by unrestrained and unpredictable behavior. Initially, the hospital staff had put up with her actions, mindful of the influence her distinguished family wielded. But now, with her family having essentially cut her off, their patience had run out. Elora was no longer seen as a rich heiress but merely another patient.


    She stood frozen, gripping amp, her eyes wide with shock. “What did you say? How am I not a princess anymore?” she stammered, her voice trembling.


    The doctor looked at her with disdain and said firmly, “Your father has stripped you of your title. You’re no longer the family heiress. Consider this hospital your new residence. You won’t be leaving this room.”


    This strict directive hade directly from Breck himself. Elora was not to be allowed outside.


    Initially, the staff had wondered why Breck would forsake his daughter, but after observing Elora’s behavior over the past few weeks, everything clicked. Even her father had reached his breaking point.


    Shock spread across Elora’s face, herplexion turning ghostly as she grappled with the harsh truth.


    Suddenly, her shock morphed into fury.


    “You’re lying! My father would never strip me of my title! He’s always told me I was his one and only princess!” she yelled, her voice trembling with urgency.


    Her eyes now looked wild, her sanity hanging by a thread. Most would have retreated by now, wary of pushing her too far.


    Yet, the doctor, moved either by spite or exasperation, advanced, his toneced with scorn.


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    “Can’t you see the reality? You’re just a disposable piece now. What reason does your father have to keep you? And just so you know, he’s already named a new heiress—one of your sisters, I believe.”


    Elora recoiled, her eyes wide with terror. Themp she was clutching hit the floor, shattering unnoticed. She continued muttering in disbelief, “No, no, no… This can’t be true. He vowed at my mother’s grave! He swore I’d always be his princess!”


    In the corridor, several nurses and orderlies exchanged nces of sympathy. They were familiar with the whispers. In a luxury private hospital like theirs, the elite’s dark secrets were hardly a mystery.


    Breck had long maintained the public image of a grieving widower, eternally loyal to the memory of his deceased wife. Yet behind the scenes, he kept a string of mistresses and fathered numerous children out of wedlock. Elora was the only child he had acknowledged publicly, but her recent actions had jeopardized even that distinction.


    Her disgrace had paved the way for others to step into the light.


    As Elora lost control, the doctor chuckled coldly at her distress. “ept it. Your fairytale has ended. Without your noble status, you’re inconsequential. Continue these outbursts, and I’ll sedate you without hesitation.”


    Upon her initial admission, the medical team had conducted a thorough psychiatric evaluation on Elora. The findings were disturbing, showing signs of a gic mental illness, though it was unclear whether it had been inherited from her mother or Breck. What was certain was that recent overwhelming stress had led to a significant mental copse.


    Elora’s eyes frantically scanned the room, her once haughty attitude dissolving. She no longer appeared as the defiant woman she had been just moments earlier. Instead, she copsed to the floor, hugged her knees, and began to rock back and forth, whispering to herself, “No, no, no… you’re all lying. My father would never forsake me. I must see him. I need to see him.”


    Abruptly, she jumped up and bolted toward the door.


    The hospital staff, anticipating her move, swiftly intervened to block her escape, restraining her as she struggled to break free. The doctor seized her wrist firmly. “Do you realize what your father instructed us when he left you here? As long as you’re alive and not causing trouble, we’re free to manage you as necessary.”


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    Driven by sheer desperation, Elora screamed, “You’re all liars! You’re trying to deceive me! I’ll kill you! All of you will suffer for defying a princess!”


    In a sudden surge of anger, she bit the doctor’s arm. “Ah!” he eximed in pain, pulling his arm away. His expression darkened with fury as he grabbed her hair and pped her forcefully across the face. Elora copsed to the floor, her cheek red and stinging from the blow. Holding his arm, the doctor loomed over her, his tone venomous. “You wretched bitch! How dare you bite me? Bring the sedatives, immediately!”


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