For several seconds, I could only stare at Morgana.
The shock of seeing her standing in my hospital room hadn't even settled yet.
Why was she here?
How did she even know I was hospitalized?
And more importantly...
What could she possibly want?
Morgana leaned casually against the doorway perfectly dressed and composed as though she'd walked out of a magazine cover.
Meanwhile, I was lying in a hospital bed wearing a pale gown, looking exactly as terrible as I felt.
Her gaze traveled over me slowly.
Then a smirk appeared on her face.
"Ouch." She clicked her tongue. "You look awful."
I immediately frowned.
Karen's expression hardened beside me but Morgana ignored her.
Her eyes remained fixed on me. "Actually..."
Her smile widened. "This reminds me of the last time I saw someone
