Irene's eyes shifted, landing on Brian with a cold, piercing stare that seemed to bore right through him.
"Irene, what's wrong?" Brian's voice wavered with unease as he tried to decipher her expression. But her face remained impassive, as still as a calm sea.
It had been less than a week since Irene awoke from her coma, and her body had yet to fully recover. Despite this, she had been diligently practicing her speech every day, determined to clear Claire's name and expose Vanessa as the real culprit.
The most painful irony lay in the fact that her own brother, Brian, had never once asked about the person responsible for her vegetative state all those years ago.
If he had asked, even though she couldn't speak, she could have communicated with him through blinks or nods. Yes, it was Vanessa. Brother, you must seek justice for me, put Vanessa behind bars.
But he never did. Not once.
The brother who had once cherished her now seemed like a stranger, defending her assailant, becoming someone unrecognizable and detestable.
Her heart felt like it was being torn into countless pieces, each soaked in blood.
Suddenly, Irene's lips twisted into a peculiar smile, and she mustered all her strength to push a single word from her throat.
"Karma!"
Her voice was weak and hoarse, but it echoed down the silent corridor like a dagger, piercing the hearts of everyone present.
After speaking, she erupted into laughter that was dry and unhinged.
Brian's head injury was karma.
Ethan coughing up blood was karma.
Vincent's broken leg was karma too.
Justice is inevitable, and karma never fails.
Retribution may be delayed, but it will come eventually.
She believed that everyone who had harmed Claire would face their due punishment.
He couldn't understand why things had turned out this way.
Brian stood there, watching Irene slowly disappear down the corridor, yet the lingering bitterness seemed to pervade the air, suffocating him.
After what felt like an eternity, the door to the emergency room creaked open. Victor emerged, looking exhausted as he removed his mask. "Ethan has a perforated ulcer. He's out of immediate danger, but he'll need to stay for observation."
Nathan and Adah breathed a sigh of relief.
But almost immediately, Adah began to weep. "It's all Claire's fault. If it weren't for her, Ethan wouldn't be suffering like this..."
Victor couldn't bear to listen any longer and coldly interrupted, "Stop deceiving yourselves. Claire is the one who was wronged. Ethan's condition is a result of his own guilt and remorse."
"If you truly care about Ethan, you should reflect on how you've treated Claire over the years!"
With that, he ignored Nathan and Adah's stunned expressions and returned to the emergency room to wheel Ethan out.
Meanwhile, in the other emergency room, Vincent was also being wheeled out, his entire lower leg wrapped in thick bandages.
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