Leah was gravely injured.
A ten-centimeter-long knife had pierced through her back and into her chest, going all the way through her body. Blood had pooled on the floor of the hotpot restaurant. When the ambulance rushed her to the hospital in San Francisco, she was barely alive. She had been in the emergency room for four hours and still hadn't come out.
The butler brought the news into the room.
Quinlan sat in a black sandalwood chair, her gaze darkened in the shadows, holding the armrests of her chair with a slight, almost imperceptible smile on her lips. "She had it coming."
The butler stood nearby, echoing her sentiment. "Yes, if it weren't for you recommending she marry Frederick two years ago, given the current state of the Evans family, she wouldn't have been able to enter our
