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She bowed her head, her long hair covering her face, her complexion layered with a pallid hue.
Her fingertips trembled, icy cold.
Who would want to hurt, or even kill her... it seemed an all-too-obvious fact, needing no contemplation.
Just like why her father died in prison, nobody explicitly stated it, but everyone knew it all too well.
She held her cell phone until the screen dimmed and went out due to her long inactivity.
Chi Huan replaced the phone in her bag and lifted her head to look at the emergency room light.
If it hadn't been for Mrs. Lally's driver, who also doubled as a bodyguard, the knife-wielding assailant might have even tried to stab again...
Hurried and disordered footsteps sounded, and then a young girl's anxious voice, "Uncle Qiao, how is my mom... How did she get hurt? What happened?"
Chi Huan turned towards the source of the voice.
A man around fifty and a girl about her age appeared side by side.
