Reunited Through Love

Jonesboro No.1 Hospital.

Margot Horn abruptly lifted her eyelids before a smear of green light came into view. The pungent smell of disinfectant in the air reminded her that she was in a hospital.

She couldn't remember how many times she woke up to smell it.

She stared blankly at the ceiling, took in the new information, and sighed in a moment, "Alas, she wasted her good cards."

The host had fair skin, a pretty face, long legs, and a wealthy family. Such a person should be admired by everyone but became an object of hatred. The dramatic change happened because of her fooleries.

She naively believed in someone who then framed her. Utterly discredited, she was given up by her family.

She had a breakdown and leaped to her death.

Margot sighed silently again and started to think about ways to help the host redeem everything.

The Horns had given up on the host but still cared about their blood. Right after she jumped off the building, they sent her to the hospital and arranged a VIP ward for her, though no one came to visit her.

During her one-month hospitalization, only three nursing workers kept her company.

Margot was discharged from the hospital today. Her good mood was not affected by the fact that no one came to pick her up.

Humming a song, she rocked back and forth as she walked outside. Before she could embrace the brilliant sunshine, a bunch of doctors and nurses hurriedly pushed over a stretcher.

She drew back her open arms and stepped aside before the stretcher went past. All of a sudden, she covered her chest and knitted her brow.