Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Chapter 2374

As Sheryl looked back at the empty corridor, a chill ran down her spine, and the hair on the back of her neck stood on end.

She heard someone calling her Liana Gardner. It was a name she had discarded long ago-a part of her past she thought she had buried forever. Yet now, it came rushing back, unbidden and relentless.

After all this time, she believed she had severed ties with her old life. But the moment she heard the name that had once been hers for over 20 years, she reacted instinctively, unable to suppress the surge of unease.

"Ms. Gillis!"

A man, who appeared to be the hospital director, approached her with two medical staff in tow. He offered a polite smile and said, I've prepared this round of medications. Shall we administer them to the subjects today?"

"How many times have I told you not to call them subjects? They are patients," Sheryl said coldly, fixing him with a sharp glare. "You make it sound like we're running some kind of inhumane experiment."

The doctor laughed. You're right, you're right."

Sheryl's tone softened only slightly as she continued, "Oh, by the way, did you see any suspicious individuals on your way here?"

The three medical personnel exchanged glances.

individuals? No. The security here is so tight,

now,

help out at the hospital. He was walking forward expressionlessly when he

But then, the young woman in the hospital bed called

eyes coldly. The young woman was a sight of utter misery, her body wracked with spasms. Her pallid skin, etched with a network of dark, bruised needle marks, was a horrifying

as he froze, the woman's tear-filled gaze piercing through his cold exterior. She looked at

her away, her expression a mask of

one of the workers by the arm. His voice

she

us to dispose

tightly. "Is her condition

trial failed," the worker replied with chilling indifference. 'Besides, she was diagnosed with a terminal illness. Even if the trial hadn't failed, she'd still be dying soon.

The afterlife faster?

clenched his fists so tightly that the veins on the back of his hands bulged. He felt as though an iron grip was

cruelty in the worker's words was enough to crush whatever moral

shortly to meet

stared at Sheryl with a