Chapter 501: The Choice on the Eve of the Storm

The air in the VIP ward of the Waller family's private hospital was thick enough to be cut with a knife. It was a strange cocktail of expensive disinfectant, fresh flowers, and a palpable, simmering tension that coiled around the three women standing by the bedside. Clare Looske stood slightly apart, her hands clenched into fists inside the pockets of her trench coat. She watched as Nawra Mclaughlin, dressed in a form-fitting red dress that seemed to defy the sterile environment, leaned over...