Natalie remained silent.
As if she wanted to see her either.
"The feeling is mutual, Joanna. I have zero desire to look at you. If you hate it so much, you can always gouge your own eyes out."
Joanna's eyes flared with rage. "You... you're shameless! Just because your legs are ruined, you had to make sure mine were too. You hired someone to break my legs on New Year's Eve. You're completely psychotic."
Natalie rolled her eyes, raising an eyebrow at Joanna's twisted expression. A faint smirk played in her striking eyes. "Do you actually have proof, or are you just running your mouth?"
"Who else could it possibly be?!" Joanna screamed, losing her composure.
"Tsk. You've pissed off half the city. Plenty of people want you dead. Like the Wilson family, for example."
"I heard Mr. Wilson was discharged from the hospital. A guy with his underworld background isn't going to let you screw him over in his old age without dragging you straight to hell with him."
She had just found out Mr. Wilson was released three days after the New Year. He was not the type of man to swallow an insult like that.
Joanna narrowed her eyes dangerously. That old bastard was already out? Did he recover that fast?
At that exact moment, Horace received a text. He went pale and leaned down to whisper in Joanna's ear. "Bad news. Miss Price is dead."
Miss Price was the woman who had intentionally infected Mr. Wilson. He had abused her, and she had taken her revenge.
Now she was dead, and Natalie had just announced Mr. Wilson was out of the hospital.



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