The hospital was eerily quiet at night.
I held my phone, opened the recording function, and stepped out of the ward.
For the past five years, I lived for Kenneth. I had no friends, and those so-called family members wouldn't lift a finger to help me.
If I wanted revenge, I had to rely on myself.
So, I planned to sneak out while the medical staff weren't paying attention, to scout the area around my ward. When the time came to cause a stir, I'd have a better grasp of the surroundings.
After checking this floor, I was about to head downstairs.
Then, I heard a familiar voice coming from a ward nearby.
"Kenneth, don't blame Jocelyn. She didn't mean to say that."
Hearing that familiar, saccharine tone, I stopped at the door, curious to hear what other ridiculous words they might say.
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