1 Zong Mayleen & Zong Amore

I would love to tell you about her undeniable grace, but I will not.

I like to describe her as the most kindhearted woman you would interact with. But I will not.

Yet, there was something you should know about her. She carries a smile like a charged gun.

She had been to hell and back. Knowing her, she had an air of dominance that was unmistakable down there too.

Here she comes, walking in the middle of the hallway. She dressed in conviction, modeled seductiveness, and chained her emotions in the darkest spot of her closet.

She had a look of danger and temptation. It made her the archetypal femme fatale. Mayleen was the kind of woman who could beguile a man into doing dumb, self-destructive things, from her beautiful legs to a simple grin. The best of it all, she didn't resist that ability.

As she moved with authority, a handsome man in a black suit with a bright necktie and a white shirt followed behind. A crimson notebook was in his hands. Two Bodyguards tailed at the back. Some nurses and doctors observed the alluring woman walking like a model on a runaway.

They knew who she was. After all, she never failed to visit a patient there.

There were commercial prints on the wall, tasteful in a dull way. Above every door was a large plastic sign, dark with white lettering—no fancy fonts, just bold and all-caps. It was spotless, with garish flowers on each door.

Mayleen quit walking minutes ago. Zhang Wei bowed and turned back to the door to stay still. The bodyguards did the same. Mayleen nodded and pushed the door.

In the private room ward, the atmosphere was completely different. The atmosphere had an aromatic scene. Every surface was almost dustless. Yes. Almost—at the corner, a nurse cleaned the spilled medicine.

Mayleen blackened her caramel eyes.

"Sweetie, leave," Mayleen coldly spoke directly to the nurse. The young nurse froze in her place and slowly moved to look at the woman who commanded her.

The little nurse remembered clearly when the director advised her to obey this woman as she pleased. With that in mind, the nurse bowed and left the room as fast as the blood that ran through our bodies.

Mayleen strolled leisurely to the white bed after observing the nurse leave.

In the bed, there was a thin girl paler than Mayleen. The girl hugged her knees and buried her face in between.

"Amore..." Mayleen addressed the young girl with more tenderness than usual—as if a breeze of autumn overcame the winter inside her.

When the little girl heard Mayleen's voice, she gazed at the woman. There was an incredible contrast between the 24-year-old Zong Mayleen and this 18-year-old Zong Amore. Amore's emotions were noticeable on her innocent face. Her pain was clearly in the crease of her lovely brow and the down-curve of her cherry lips. Amore's green eyes mirrored a deep pool of hopeless grief.

Before Mayleen uttered some words to the young girl, the door opened, revealing a middle-aged man with a white coat. "Miss Zong, can you come with me for a while?" The professional spoke carefully.

"Doctor Lee, is it important enough to go with you and leave my little sister for a minute?"

Doctor Lee's lips tightened. He frowned a bit but still nodded.

"Lead the way!" Mayleen walked towards the door.

At the same time, Amore had walked to Mayleen and softly touched her left arm.

"Amore, I will be back soon."

Desperation was the explicit reflection on Amore's doll-like face. Sadness conquered the cold room. Before Amore could react, the door shut in her face. Alone again—she was alone once again.

Two rooms farther, Mayleen, Zheng Wei, and Doctor Lee joined the meeting room.

"Speak."

"Miss Zong is about Miss Amore. Our staff believes Miss' condition has gotten worse, and it would be better to upgrade her to the seventh floor."

As Dr. Lee finished his sentence, the ugly noise of someone hitting the table made Old Dr. Lee jump in fright.

"Am I paying for the staff's laziness, or am I paying for my sister's recovery? Perhaps your hospital doesn't want the donations I give."

"N-no. Miss Zong, we are doing everything to help your sister." Dr. Lee tried to defend himself and his precious hospital. God knows what this woman's rage can do to his hospital.

"Miss Zong..."

"It had passed the time! Didn't you promise me her full recovery in 5 years? Now, you are telling me to upgrade her to the seventh floor. You have until her birthday to show me progress."

"B-but Miss Zong..."

Again, her delightful smirk portrayed her attractive dimples.

"To think courageous yet foolish people still like to oppose me. Do you want to be one of them?"

"No—I—" Doctor Lee was interrupted by the same nurse in Amore's room.

Mayleen didn't even care. At least she did not until the nurse mentioned another chronic episode of her sister.

Mayleen stood up, and in a few seconds, she was already in front of Amore's room. Without hesitation, she entered the once peaceful place and encountered a completely shattered dorm.

Some nurses tried to control the screaming and bruised Amore, who was standing over her furniture.

The pillow in Amore's hand ripped apart, letting the feathers drop like rain. The scene could have been aesthetically beautiful. Yet, the situation couldn't have been gloomier.

"No! No. No. No. NO!" Ah, Cy's whispers broke into heartbreaking crying.