At that mont, Rachel's face turned deathly pale.
"No, I can't be amputated! I can't!"
She kept refusing.
She was only eighteen years old. If all her limbs were amputated, how would she live out the rest of her life?
"Doctor, please, save ! You can't do this!"
Rachel writhed anxiously on the operating table.
The nurse tily subdued Rachel.
"Miss Helena, your condition is extrely dangerous right now, we must amputate imdiately!"
The doctor next to her was already prepared, looking towards the anesthetist, "Is anesthesia ready?"
"It's ready!"
The doctor nodded, "Arrange for anesthesia imdiately."
"Okay."
Hearing the word anesthesia, Rachel struggled even more.
Several nurses had to exert strength to hold her down.
After the anesthesia was administered, Rachel gradually lost consciousness, falling into a coma.
The surgery continued.
Outside the ergency room, there were no friends or relatives waiting.
After what felt like forever, Rachel woke up again.
Her nostrils were filled with the pungent sll of dicinal liquid.
She looked around, confused, just realizing that she was in a hospital ward.
Soon, the doctor's words echoed in Rachel's ears.
Amputation!
She hadn't really been amputated, had she?
Rachel tried to lift her right hand.
When her right hand touched her cheek, she sighed in relief.
Thank goodness.
At least her right hand was still there.
But the next second, Rachel, who had finally regained so color in her face, turned pale again.
Because she realized.
Other than her right hand.
She could feel nothing from her two legs and her left hand.
What was happening!
"Ah!"
Rachel lost control entirely and burst into a miserable cry.
The sound caught the attention of the maid, Linda, outside the ward, and Linda rushed in, "Miss Helena, what's wrong?"
Rachel nearly scread, "My legs, where are my legs! And my hand!"
Linda had an expression of regret, "I am so sorry Miss Helena, it's due to the car accident..."
Before Linda could finish her sentence, Rachel interrupted angrily, "And you! Why are you fine!"
Linda was clearly in the sa car with her at the ti.
Why was she the one severely injured, yet Linda was perfectly fine?
Compared to her, Linda was nothing but a lowly maid.
No one could understand Rachel's feelings right now!
She grabbed a vase by her side and threw it at Linda with all her strength.
Linda reacted quickly and dodged.
With a crash.
The shards of the vase scattered all over the floor.
Linda looked at Rachel and spoke, "Miss Helena, because you were sitting in the back seat and didn't wear a seatbelt, that's why the injuries were so severe. But don't worry, Mr. C has already hired the best experts in the country for you. Although your injuries are very severe, they wouldn't be life threatening."
"But my left hand and legs are gone!"
What is she going to do in the future?
But the thought of Mr. C, cald Rachel a little.
Mr. C had gone to great lengths to protect her, he must truly love her.
So even if she beca disabled, Mr. C wouldn't discard her.
"I want to see Mr. C," Rachel continued.
She thought Linda would respond with her usual 'now is not the best ti' to stall her.
But she didn't. Instead, she continued, "Miss Helena, there is no need to worry. Mr. C is currently organizing a ti to et you as he ca to know of your serious injuries!"
Rachel breathed a sigh of relief.
She knew it.
She knew Mr. C must really care about her.
Her current condition was certainly connected to Viola Thompson in so way.
Mr. C would definitely help her take revenge!
She wanted Viola Thompson to experience the feeling of losing both her legs and hands!
With this thought, Rachel's eyes filled with a sinister light.
Her intuition told her.
Mr. C would definitely help her.
Although Viola Thompson was the young Miss Thompson family.
So what?
After all, Mr. C was the one who had directly bypassed the Thompson Clan to protect her.
Rachel took a deep breath, the thought of Viola Thompson becoming more miserable than herself comforted her slightly.
She wanted to turn Viola Thompson into a real Human Pig, confined in a pig pen, living and eating with pigs.
The wait was always so unbearable.
If she could, Rachel wished she could confront Viola Thompson right now and make her pay.
...
On the other side.
After Dolores Frieman returned, the more she thought, the more it didn't make sense, she didn't even feel like cooking anymore. She left the kitchen and looked at Delia Frieman, "Delia, what's going on? How did Rachel end up like this?"
Delia Frieman frowned slightly and shook her head.
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