Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

Chapter 0589

Just as Yasmine had described, a few people were stationed outside Claudia's ward.

Several bodyguards dressed in black blocked the narrow hallway, casting shadows that dimmed the light streaming in.

The occasional sobs from inside the room only made the atmosphere more eerie. It was midday, with the sun shining brightly outside. Yet, a strange chill hung in the air.

"See? Didn't I tell you?" Yasmine whispered excitedly behind me. She stomped her foot impatiently. "Come on. Let's go in and take a look!"

Speechless, I turned to study her expression. She seemed worried earlier, but now there was a glimmer of excitement in her eyes.

"I can't help but suspect you dragged me here because you couldn't stand missing the drama. I'm not your backup-I'm your ticket to this show, aren't I?"

Yasmine let out an awkward laugh. "Come on! I'm really worried too!"

She clutched her chest and paced in place, although her gaze remained fixed on the ward." Quick, let's go in! I'm so, so concerned!"

two seconds. If I didn't know her better, I

head back to the firm. I'll stop by later and

a long moment, she couldn't accept the idea that I wasn't

enough. I didn't want Yasmine getting dragged into it and becoming a target for Claudia's

I'd meet

surprise, the bodyguards stationed outside the room didn't stop me.

pushed open the door and took in the scene before

within me, and my legs began to tremble. I gripped the door frame for

partially drawn curtains letting in a sliver of sunlight. The stark contrast between light and shadow divided the space

the light, while Claudia lay slumped on the shadowed

lips nearly translucent. Her hollow cheeks deepened the gauntness of her face,

me, a flicker of awareness returned to her gaze. A raspy, faint sound escaped her throat. If gazes could kill, I'd have died countless times in that

once doll-like hair was unevenly chopped, strands scattered around her in clumps. Patches of it were scattered across the room, creating an unsettling black

ten of her fingers, each wound deep and grotesque. A closer look revealed that even her nails were gone. Both sides

blood had dried, leaving dark stains on the bedding. My gaze shifted down toward the lower part of