Apart from the crisis, this might be a perfect opportunity to get rid of Nell Harris.
After all, she's been looking for Nell Harris for so long with no news, and now Nell has delivered herself right to the door.
Fristy Davis lowered her head and looked at the blood slowly flowing from the needle hole on the back of her hand, wiping it away with her fingertip, her eyes emitting a chilling coldness.
Nell Harris, you should have died in that fire years ago, you shouldn't have lived so many more years, nor should you appear before me now.
Nell Harris, you forced me to do this.
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After leaving Fristy Davis's ward, they went to take another look at Mrs. Young, and the ward was in quite a commotion; Brother Dylan Young was there too, and there were many people gathered at the entrance.
Dylan Young instructed the nurse to call hospital security to disperse the onlookers before entering.
