Freya Grey's voice trembled slightly, as she hugged her frail body tightly, pleading, "Can you tell me why you're keeping me here? How long will it be? I still have so many things to do..."
"No comment!" The man lifted his foot, ready to leave.
Freya quickly crawled over and grabbed his ankle, tearfully begging, "Please... tell me... won't you..."
"Bang!"
The man kicked her, and she flew backwards like a rubber ball, hitting the wall with a loud crash.
Sliding down the wall like a heap of mud, her body went limp as if she had fainted, her head drooping, silent...
The man locked the door and cursed from outside, "Damn it, you asked for this! Don't blame me for not treating you well! Wait till the Young Master arrives, and there's worse in store for you!"
Freya vaguely heard the words Young Master.
Her mind sifted through her thoughts, and she immediately panicked. Could it be that indestructible Alonzo Foster causing trouble from behind the scenes again?
*
Central Hospital.
