Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee by KIKI

Chapter 462: Get Well Soon, Miss Farrell

Outside the door, Clara was pressed against it, trying to eavesdrop on the conversation inside, but to no avail due to the excellent soundproofing. Unaware of her presence, Logan opened the door, causing Clara to stumble forward and kneel on the floor with a thud, her situation embarrassingly awkward.

"What are you doing! You're a disgrace!" Logan scolded sharply, banging his cane several times before striding away.

He hadn't gone far when he saw Jared and Tina approaching.

"Grandfather," Jared and Tina greeted him.

Seeing them seemed to improve Logan's mood. "What brings you here? Vivienne has gone to sleep; let's head back," he suggested.

Just then, Clara charged at them. "Tina, you little wretch, how dare you show your face at the hospital after what you've done to my daughter..."

Without hesitation, Clara grabbed a trash bin from the hallway and hurled it at Tina, who didn't even bother to move, not even flicking an eyelid.

Jared swiftly kicked the bin, sending it flying back toward Clara. Caught off-guard, Clara stood frozen as the bin hit her head, spilling its disgusting contents all over her-unfinished takeout, spit, unknown liquids, and tissues smeared with sticky substances. It was revolting.

Despite her slight frame, Clara had managed to lift the bin. With a loud crash, she was knocked unconscious by the impact, trash covering her from head to toe.

A passing nurse attempted to help her up, recognizing her as Mrs. Farrell, but Logan roared, "Let her be, until she wakes up on her own!" After his command, Tina and Jared supported him as they left the hospital.

Clara lay there alone, her expensive, limited-edition velvet dress now marinated in filth. In the shadows, a woman with long, black hair watched from a distance. After seeing Tina and Jared leave, she donned a mask and entered Vivienne's

room.

Vivienne, who had been asleep, opened her eyes with more vigor than she had shown in her conversation with Logan. "Mr. White, in such a hurry?" she asked with a smile.

The woman stood by Vivienne's bed and injected something into her IV bag. "I thought you'd thank me first for rescuing you," she said.

Vivienne watched the clear liquid mix with her medication, her expression dimming. "You're just following orders. What do I have to thank you for?" She sat up, breathing heavily. This medicine was the very cause of her heart condition.

Mr. White brushed back her hair and tucked away the empty syringe, "You were foolish to fall for such an obvious trap. I wonder what your boss saw in you."

"None of your business," retorted Vivienne, holding her chest as she slowly regained her composure.

pulled out a box of pills. "Take one every night for the first week, then one a week after that. Any more, and you might actually die. Good luck." With that, Mr. White stood and slowly walked out of

secured the pills, calling after him, "The poison from Crimson Silk can be cured by Tina. It won't be so easy to kill

Mr. White

at the white ceiling above, trapped and at the mercy of others. Meanwhile, in Jared's car, Tina sat in the passenger seat, with Jared and Logan in the

no cure for

is possible, but I doubt she's ready for

Logan understood Tina's implication.

return to prison. Now, she could continue

Tina; it was

to know whether

experience the grief of an elder burying a

it meant Vivienne would be fine; she

good, that's good," Logan said, looking at Tina. "Tina, sorry for the

"Mr. Farrell, it's no

to jail without CK showing any reaction, then her opponent was far too weak. Jared, watching Tina's smiling reflection in the rearview mirror, knew

at the

expression returning to normal as

something and asked, "Grandpa, is

never giving me peace. Still

not to come back yet, to avoid upsetting you," Jared said, reaching for his phone

give him a

Grandpa, where should I poke?" Tina playfully picked up a silver

"My dear, please

is that okay?" Tina

better, next time I'll

the car

Logan off at the Farrell family home,

else to do; she had gone to the hospital just to check Vivienne's

fruits and small cakes, with a fat cat in her lap, continuously stroking its head. "Why have

frowned slightly, "My Uncle Joshua,

Tina paused, hearing Jared praise someone's