She Quit Her Family and Found Herself novel Chapter 370

The scene devolved into absolute chaos. Officer Coleman quickly ordered his deputies and the surrounding hospital staff to step in, physically prying the brawling women apart.

Compared to Cora—who merely looked a bit disheveled with messy hair and wrinkled clothes—Sylvie looked like an absolute wreck.

Several clumps of her perfectly styled, silky black hair had literally been ripped from her scalp. Both of her cheeks were swollen and branded with bright red handprints, and her lip was split and bleeding.

Her pristine, expensive white designer suit was ruined, covered in several very obvious, dirty shoe prints from where Cora had kicked her.

If the old Sylvie Sinclair was a delicate, striving sunflower in Herbert's eyes, this current version was a crushed weed stripped of its petals.

She was hauled to her feet by a female deputy, who, despite doing her job, was clearly looking at Sylvie with sheer disgust.

Swaying unsteadily on her feet, Sylvie desperately searched for Herbert with a pitiful, weeping gaze. The moment she caught his eye, tears began pouring down her face. "Herbert... it hurts so much..."

Her breathing grew rapid and shallow, putting on a perfect act of a woman on the verge of fainting.

She was trying to project as much fragility and victimhood as possible, hoping to trigger his instinct to protect her.

In the past, this tactic had never failed.

But now, staring at her ruined hair, her swollen face, her bleeding lip, and the shoe prints stamped across her chest, Herbert merely scowled in deep disgust. "Are you about to pretend to faint again? Good thing we're in a hospital. If it hurts, go complain to a doctor."

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