Chapter 387

Emma Lewis dashed out of the hospital, just about to call a cab, when a voice suddenly called her name from behind. The tone was cold, familiar. "Grace Mills!" Emma spun around in an instant, her anger flaring up, teeth clenched tight. But then she froze. Grace was dressed in a gray-and-white coat, her usual flawless, innocent face now marred by multiple bruises, looking like someone had given her a beating. Her gaze was icy, and her sharp features no longer held their usual allure; instead, they carried a shadowy weight. She didn’t say how it all happened—whether someone taught her a lesson or if she got saved—but the way she stood there, arms crossed and head held arrogantly, spoke volumes. "Is Isabella Carter awake now?" she asked, her tone sharp. Emma's expression hardened in an instant, flames of anger and wariness sparked in her eyes. "You're still scheming against Isabella?" Grace's piercing stare met Emma's. "What are you even talking about? Aren’t we on the same side? Dealing