The sudden upheaval in high society sent shockwaves through the entire capital, leaving no room for peace.
In the exclusive private hospital owned by the Porter family, within the luxurious VIP suite on the top floor—
"You're the real disgrace here!!"
A sharp, furious roar echoed from outside the door.
Mrs. Porter flinched in fright.
Sandra, who had been struggling to sit up, froze mid-motion, her eyes widening in disbelief as she turned toward the entrance.
A middle-aged man in a charcoal-gray suit strode in, his slightly portly frame radiating cold fury, his expression dark and unreadable.
"Dad," Sandra glared at her father, her voice trembling with outrage and incredulity.
"What did you just call me?
A disgrace?!"
"Sandra," Mrs. Porter forced a strained smile onto her face, her tone gentle but uneasy.
"You misheard.
Your father wasn't talking about you."
As she spoke, she shot the man a subtle, warning glance.
"Right,?"
"I'm talking about her!!"
