At the hospital, Phoebe stared blankly at the ceiling, like a soulless doll.
She had woken up after Alexander left, but since then, she hadn't moved, simply lying there in a daze.
Her mind was a mess, yet countless thoughts kept racing through it.
She suddenly felt that her life had turned bleak. When had it all started?
Maybe after that banquet. Before, although Alexander had treated her harshly, he had never been this cruel. Her stomach was empty, but she didn't feel hungry—she didn't want to eat anything.
When would this miserable existence end? All she wanted was to stay in the hospital forever.
She tried to hate him, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't muster the feeling.
At some point, the door to her hospital room had been pushed open, but Phoebe, lost in thoug
