?<strong>Chapter 432:</strong>


    The inpatient department was nearly empty at that hour. Even the nurse on duty had nodded off, failing to notice Glenda’s presence. Glenda’s mind reyed Lanny’s words: “Just take off the oxygen mask.”


    The act would leave Dorothy lifeless within minutes. However, it still amounted to murder. The realization that she was about to take a life made Glenda’s conscience writhe in turmoil.


    She tiptoed into Dorothy’s VIP ward and approached her bed slowly. Dorothy appeared frail and skeletal, her life prolonged only by the nutrients flowing through her IV, her body lying in a prolongeda. Glenda reached out her fingers, nearly grazing the mask, but she paused, her hand suspended midair.


    She found herself unable to follow through. The thought of actually killing someone was unbearable. Frustration welled up inside her. It was a simple act of removing an oxygen mask—why couldn’t she bring herself to do it?


    Glenda inhaled deeply, attempting to steady her nerves. Her thoughts drifted to Mabel, her young daughter who had just lost her most cherished career. If she didn’t step in to help, who would? Perhaps Lanny?


    They had shared many years together, and Glenda felt she understood himpletely. Self-love governed him. If Mabel ever became a burden to his personal goals, he would abandon her without a second thought.


    With Mabel in mind, Glenda’s resolve hardened. She meticulously removed the oxygen mask from Dorothy’s face. Initially, Dorothy breathed evenly, showing no signs of distress. But then, her breathing became erratic, her heart’s rhythm faltered, and soon, the heart monitor started ring its warning frantically.


    That was when Dorothy’s eyes snapped open, fixing Glenda with a terrifying stare. Glenda recoiled in horror. Dorothy seemed like a demon emerging from the depths of hell itself. She reached out with a gaunt hand, aiming to grasp Glenda.


    Startled, Glenda screamed, shoved Dorothy away, spun on her heels, and dashed for the door. However, the rming sounds had already drawn the attention of the hospital staff and the bodyguards Jayden had posted. Glenda collided with Jayden’s bodyguard just as she exited the ward.


    He seized her arm, ncing back at the chaos inside where the medical team was frantically trying to save Dorothy. Then his gaze hardened as he turned to face a visibly shaken Glenda and said icily, “Mrs. Lloyd, you need toe with me.”


    Bewildered and rmed, Glenda sputtered, “Why are you detaining me? I was just visiting Dorothy. I haven’t done anything wrong! Why must I go with you?”


    Lanny had assured her there were no cameras in the VIP ward. Even if she had tampered with the oxygen mask, no one would find any evidence. She couldn’t be med for anything.


    With a steely look, the bodyguard replied, “You need to exin to my boss why you took off the oxygen mask. I need to clear this up to do my job.”


    Fury overtook Glenda, and she retorted loudly, losing herposure, “I didn’t do anything! Stop using me of such things. How could I harm anyone? I just wanted to check on her recovery.”


    The bodyguard smirked. Though there were no official cameras in the VIP ward, Jayden had installed his own. He had clear footage of Glenda’s actions.


    Ignoring her protests, he forcefully led her out of the hospital. Panicking, Glenda began to cry as she rummaged through her bag for her phone, desperately dialing Lanny for help, but he didn’t answer.


    A sinking feeling overwhelmed her; she feared she might have been abandoned.


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