The underworld queen come back and slays novel Chapter 389

Chapter 389 Don’t You Understand Language?

A sharp, chilling voice rang through the room–drawing everyone’s attention to Ellie, who now stood at the center of the crowd with a dark expression clouding her once gentle features.

Gone was her usual soft, composed demeanor. What replaced it was something colder, harsher–twisted by either resentment or fear.

Her eyes locked onto Raven like knives.

“You said I was sick,” she spat, “and that I wouldn’t live past three months. What did you mean by that?

She hadn’t taken those words seriously at first. She was convinced Raven had only said them to create a stir, to boost her own reputation by publicly challenging someone more accomplished.

Otherwise, Ellie never would’ve so confidently offered her B–level Medical Conference invitation as a wager.

But Raven had accurately diagnosed three doctors in a row–and the third diagnosis was something that couldn’t be seen with mere surface observation.

Somewhere deep inside, fear was beginning to bloom.

Raven met her gaze without a hint of tension, her eyes catching the flicker of dread hiding in Ellie’s pupils. A barely noticeable smirk tugged at the corner of her lips.

“What did I mean?” she said lazily. “Exactly what it sounds like.”

Ellie’s voice sharpened, defensive panic leaking into every syllable. “Then explain it! Why do you say I won’t live another

three months?”

Raven raised a brow slightly at her aggressive tone. Her voice dropped, cool and firm. “You’re sick. If you don’t get treated, you won’t live beyond three months. What, was I unclear the first time?”

Ellie froze.

The bluntness of the reply hit her like a slap. Her body stiffened, and her breath hitched for a moment.

“Say that again,” she hissed.

Around them, most the doctors had already developed a favorable impression of Raven due to her remarkable appearance and now her stunning medical skills. Seeing Ellie suddenly explode in anger left them more than a little disapproving. “Ellie,” someone said gently, “maybe it’s really worth getting a check–up. There could be something serious going on.” “Yeah,” another added. “You did say you’d hand over your B–level invitation if Miss Valor was right. Now that she’s shown her skills, you should honor your word.”

“Honestly, with her level of medical expertise, Miss Valor is more than qualified for a B–level invitation.”

Ellie’s fingers clenched into fists by her sides. These were the same men who had been falling over themselves to flatter her moments ago. And now? All of them had turned to Raven.

She drew in a deep breath, then glared at Raven as if trying to crush her with her stare alone.

“You want my B–level invitation? Fine,” she snapped. “But first, tell me exactly what’s wrong with me.”

The surrounding doctors grew quiet again, their expressions tense.

But before anyone else could speak, Raven let out a soft chuckle.

“Correction,” she said lightly, “you were the one who offered your invitation if I could identify your illness. I never asked for it.” Her gaze locked onto Ellie, her voice now tinged with amusement.

“Honestly, I wasn’t that interested. I didn’t tell you the details of your illness earlier because I wanted to give you the dignity of discovering it quietly. A little room to save face.