Facade of Love

Chapter 70 Sophia Died

Idris cast a cold glance at him and indifferently said, “If you can be here, Mr. Sanchez, why can’t I?”

Maxwell fell silent.

The atmosphere turned a bit awkward. Climbing over the wall now seemed utterly out of the question.

The doctors who had been standing there, realizing they were in the company of acquaintances, did not ask any further questions and left.

Only a middle-aged doctor remained, who I then learned was the head of the hospital.

Upon hearing that we had climbed over the wall to look for someone, he was somewhat bemused and said to me, “Mrs. Young, if you wanted to visit and look for someone, your could’ve just informed me. Climbing over the wall makes my hospital seem like some sort of crime scene.”

I smiled awkwardly, thinking that if I had known I could enter with Idris’ connections, I certainly would not have chosen to climb the wall.

I did not delve into that and just smiled.

Idris glanced at me and then asked Director Johnson, ‘Director Johnson, can we go and see all the patients here?”

Knowing our purpose, Director Johnson nodded and led us up to the psychiatric ward.

Since I had overheard a noise earlier, I headed straight for that floor upon entering the building.

When I found the room where I had heard the voices from, I looked at Director Johnson and asked, “Director, could you open the door of the ward?”

Director Johnson looked at me and then at Idris, and said, “Mr. Young, Mrs. Young, most of the patients on this floor are severely mentally ill. They might harm outsiders if they have an episode. For your safety, maybe it’s better to confirm from the outside. What do you think?” After hearing this, I pursed my l*ps, fell silent for a moment, then nodded, not saying much more. I peered through the small window in the ward door and saw a small bed, some basic toiletries, and a change of clothes inside.

The person lying there was motionless, and I could not tell if they were asleep.

Seeing this, I called out uncertainly, “Sophia?”

The person inside was covered with a blanket and made no movement. Their features were indistinct. I called out several times, but there was no response. I could not tell if they were asleep or if something had happened to them.

I turned back to Director Johnson, who seemed startled as well. Fearing something had gone wrong, he ordered someone to open the door. Upon entering, and after the blanket was removed, I realized the person lying on the bed was indeed Sophia. She was pale, with a lot of white foam around her mouth.

Johnson was also taken aback. He hurriedly checked on Sophia, but he stiffened as he reached out to feel her

reaction made my heart

Johnson said with a trembling voice, “She’s not breathing!”

he incredulously checked Sophia’s pulse. Finding no sign of it, he frowned and looked at Director Johnson. “What’s going on here? She was fine

and hurriedly said, “She was fine this morning. I don’t know what

out his phone to contact the doctor and nurse in charge of this

had been silent until then, observed Sophia for a moment

I

must’ve taken something,”

that obvious? She’s vomited so

eyebrow but did not

A moment later.

charge of the floor arrived quickly, panting as he asked Director

breathing, and angrily said to the doctor, “What happened here? She was fine, and now she’s suddenly gone. You better

ve me

death, the doctor turned somewhat pale and said to Director Johnson, “Director, I don’t know about this either.

to the doctor and then

gown-030.

when I secretly climbed over the wall, I saw him downstairs. At that time, it seemed I had overheard something I

another doctor had mentioned Patient 030- it was about Sophia!

the doctor looked at me. He was a bit puzzled and asked,

suddenly

71 No Way

moment he confirmed Sophia’s death. The next logical step was to alert the authorities and let them

Miller. As the news of the police being called spread, he seemed

him, “Director, John was with me when we came to patrol. I’ll go find

into his ear, “Follow him!” Maxwell, though taken

the room had suddenly gotten colder. I turned

the bed. Dressed in a hospital gown, her b*dy, even in repose, displayed a significant weight loss since I last

was truly heartless. Even after decades of marriage, he showed

out. Maybe, from the very beginning, she did not truly approach me about

herself to act, so she sought me out in a haze that day, attempting to alert me to Benett’s underhanded