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“She tried to threaten Jerome with suicide, but ended up shooting herself in the foot. Now not only has she lost the child, but she's also broken her leg and had to undergo a high amputation. The once-arrogant heiress has fallen from grace. Isn't this more painful than killing her?” As soon as the words left her mouth, a knock sounded at the door: “Dr. Ross, the patient is being taken into the operating room.” Queena responded, cutting off the incessant chatter on the other end of the phone, “Trista, don’t tell me about their affairs anymore.” Because none of this had anything to do with her anymore. After faking her death, she had a new name: Rita. No matter when, she had the courage to start over. She didn’t need to rely on anyone; she had a bright future ahead of her. Rita hung up the phone and walked straight into the operating room. When she finished the surgery and walked out of the hospital, it was raining outside. She glanced at the empty hospital corridor and est