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Chapter 303 Scar

With a hint of curiosity, Milly inquired, "I overheard someone outside mentioning the rental of an entire floor of the hospital. These are all VIP suites. Are they truly that affluent?"

The nurse immediately hushed her, casting wary glances as if fearful of cavesdroppers. She lowered her voice, saying, "Those individuals seem perilous. We must tread carefully. When I came over earlier, I saw them wheeling a bloodied man into the operating theatre. I suspect their clamorous outbursts are all for his sake.

Milly's lips tightened, feeling an odd respect for the gang outside. Their loya Yet, their ostentatious display was unseemly and too brazen.

at least, was noteworthy.

Somehow, the hospital director must have yielded to their demands or reached a compromise, as the previous uproar had subsided.

As the noise abated, the nurse departed to procure groceries, leaving Milly solitary in the room.

In the ensuing silence, Milly grew restless. Although the nurse had merely mentioned a wounded man, Milly couldn't dispel the vivid images from her mind. She even imagined the faint scent of blood in theNôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

air.

However, the hospital's antiseptic measures were thorough, and her room was far from the operating theatre. Any lingering odour would be improbable.

Could it be trick of the mind? Or had she developed some form of trauma?

Suddenly, the bracelet on her wrist began to shiver anew, more vigorously than before. It rubbed her skin until it reddened and swelled.

Before this, Milly would have attempted to halt its movement, but this time...

She gazed intently at the bracelet, a peculiar sense of panic rising within her.

She couldn't fathom the source of her unease, yet she couldn't quell it. It felt as if an unseen force was inexorably drawing her.

Milly rubbed her forehead, stood up, and drew a deep breath. She must have been exhausted lately, and combined with the prolonged hospital stay led to these errant thoughts.

Looking out the window, she saw birds singing and flowers blooming, the world outside seemingly untouched by the turmoil within.

It was September, where summer was drawing to a close. Though the day was sunny, it wasn't sweltering. Soft breeze hushed through the landscape. It was cosy.

Time to get some fresh air.

Just as Milly reached the door, a/burly, intimidating man blocked her path. "You can't leave. Get back

inside!"

narrowed her eyes and gave him a once-over. He certainly looked like trouble, with a faint smell of blood clinging to him. He had to be one of the gang members the nurse had warned her about. Chapter 303 Scar

please."

The man replied coldly. "My superior's orders. Only one person per room can go out each day. A middle-aged woman from your room just left, so no one else can go out now."

A middle-aged woman? That must be the nurse. But what did he mean by his superior?

With a hint of amusement, Milly asked, "Did the government pass a law that says only one person per foom can leave?"

The man's irritation was evident. "No."

"No? Then why can't I go out?"

Under normal circumstances, Milly would have avoided conflict, especially with someone as menacing as him. But today, an inexplicable frustration simmered within her.

It felt like a buildup of irritation with no outlet to vent. This man had presented himself as the perfect target for her pent-up anger. If she didn't vent, she felt she might explode.

The man before her was not one to be trifled with His brows furrowed at her defiance. "I said no, and that's final. That's the rule. Do you have a death wish?" Milly

smirked. "Your rules aren't laws. Why should I follow them?"

The man was thoroughly enraged now. His already menacing face grew darker and more threatening. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes filled with a murderous gleam. "Do you really think I won't hit a woman?"

Milly flexed her wrists and licked her parched lips, feeling a sudden rush of adrenaline and satisfaction. coursing through her veins. "Bring it on"

At last, she could release the tension that had been suffocating her. This man was the perfect outlet.

Seeing her step forward to provoke him, the man's eyes flashed with anger. He raised his fist, ready to strike her down.

But before he could throw the punch, the door beside them swung open, revealing an even taller, more muscular figure.

The man who entered had a long

scar running down his face, and his eyes were icy and fierce, radiating a deadly aura as if he had just stepped off a bloody battlefield.

The thug who had been shouting at Milly moments before immediately straightened up looking like a mouse caught in a trap. He hurried over and bowed. "Scarface."

Scarface said nothing at first, his cold gaze sweeping from the thug to Milly, narrowing slightly as he took

her in.

Was it her imagination, or was he assessing her?

After a moment, he spoke. "How's the boss?"

The thug quickly reported. "He's still in the ICU. He hasn't woken up vet"

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"I see Scarface nodded, then looked back at Milly. "And what's going on here?"

Following his gaze, the thug glanced

at Milly. His look was fierce, but his tone had dropped significantly. He explained in a low voice. This woman is being stubborn. She insists on going out. With the Ghost Sect searching for the boss, I was worried about too many people milling

around and exposing our location. I

thought about clearing this entire

floor, but that would be too conspicuous and attract more

attention."

Scarface merely grunted.

Scarface gave a curt nod. "Make it quick."

The thug nodded eagerly. "Yes, Scarface."

Though they spoke quietly, the room was so silent that Milly, with her sharp hearing, caught every word of their conversation.