At 10 pm local time, Seraphina's plane landed on Velvetwood.
After getting her luggage, Seraphina jumped in a taxi and headed straight for the hospital.
When she arrived at the hospital, it was the dead of night, but a slew of reporters were still camped out at the entrance.
Seraphina breezed past the reporters, not giving them a second glance as she marched in.
At this hour, most patients were already asleep, and the hospital was eerily quiet. The only sound was Seraphina's footsteps echoing down the hallway.
Finally, she reached a hospital room at the end of the hall, where the lights were still on.
Seraphina pushed the door open to find Magdalen sitting on the hospital bed.
Magdalen was anxiously flipping through TV channels, but when Seraphina suddenly burst in, she was taken aback. She tossed the remote aside and leaned against her pillows, asking coldly, "What are you doing here?"
"I heard you were in the hospital, so I came to visit," Seraphina said, pulling up a chair next to the bed.
"I'm not dead yet," Magdalen retorted, "So you can save your breath."
But Seraphina simply stared at her.
As a woman, Magdalen had been a headstrong beauty her whole life.
Her beauty was her pride and her greatest asset, but now, with bruises on the corners of her eyes and lips, it was a huge insult.
Sure enough, after being stared at by Seraphina for a while, Magdalen's annoyance erupted, "You've seen me, now get out!"
"Who did this to you?" Seraphina asked, "The people outside don't know, but as the victim, you must know who you've pissed off and why you've been kidnapped, right?"
Magdalen sneered at her, "Trying to get some info, are you?"
"My department doesn’t care about your affairs," Seraphina said, "But those reporters outside would be interested. After all, news of Samuel Wilson's widow being kidnapped and threatened due to love disputes is quite juicy to them."
"Get out!" Magdalen didn't want to hear another word and shut her eyes in dismissal.
But Seraphina didn't stop, "Why is no one accompanying you in the hospital? Where are all the men who usually fawn over you?"
Just as she finished her sentence, the door behind her was pushed open, followed by a male voice, "Magdalen, I've brought you the greenhouse melon you wanted."
Seraphina turned and saw a man around 35 years old. He was tall, about 6”2’, and very handsome.
Seeing Seraphina, he paused, then smiled, "Didn't expect someone to visit you this late. Hi, I'm Adler, and you are?"
Without answering, Seraphina got up and looked at Magdalen, "So you do have company. I won't be a bother then."
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