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!"

for two seconds. If I didn't

stop by later and tell you everything

froze as if struck by lightning. For a long moment, she couldn't accept the idea that I wasn't

Yasmine getting dragged into it and becoming a target for Claudia's resentment. Some things were impossible to guard

and repeated promises that I'd meet her later at the firm before she reluctantly agreed to

the room didn't stop me. It seemed someone had already given them instructions to let me

pushed open the door and took in the scene before me,

and my legs began to tremble. I gripped the door frame for support, barely

sunlight. The stark contrast between light and shadow divided the space in

light, while Claudia lay slumped on the shadowed hospital bed. She was lifeless like a broken

of all color, even her lips nearly translucent. Her hollow cheeks deepened the

noticed 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 brief moment under her

strands scattered around her in clumps. Patches of it were scattered across

that even her

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