Imogen muttered to herself, then smiled. "I misspoke," she said. "How could a child of the Russell family have such a father? He doesn't deserve to be your father." Instructing the maids not to leave the child unattended, Imogen changed her clothes and quietly left the room, heading toward another building. A corridor bridge connected the two villas, making the walk convenient.
Familiar with the layout, Imogen went straight to the third floor, where Stephan's room was located. Two rows of guards stood at the door, their expressions tense and solemn. The entire corridor smelled strongly of disinfectant and medicine.
Upon hearing footsteps, Stanley looked up. Seeing Imogen, he hurried to meet her. "Ms. Russell, why are you here? Mr. Russell is still undergoing emergency treatment. The situation isn't good. You should go back—"
"Take me to see him," Imogen interrupted, her tone commanding.
Stanley, immersed in his acting for the past few days, remained committed to his role. His voice broke slightly. "Miss, Mr. Russell's current state is unsightly. I can't even bring myself to look. You really shouldn't see him."
Imogen was speechless, impressed by his acting. She rolled her eyes, bypassed him, and placed her finger on the fingerprint scanner, unlocking the tightly secured door with ease.
The guards, including Stanley, watched in shock. Before they could react, she had opened the door and walked inside.
"Miss, you can't go in!" Stanley panicked. He didn't dare stop her physically.
Imogen entered the room without trouble. There, she saw her so-called critically poisoned, dying brother. He was holding Felicia's hand, swaying it gently, as if coaxing her.
She was speechless again. So much for worrying and hurrying.
Inside the room, Felicia, visibly annoyed by Stephan's persistence, was about to shake him off when she heard approaching footsteps. Turning, she locked eyes with Imogen.
Unlike the others, Felicia immediately noticed: Imogen's eyes were much clearer, with a sharp focus previously absent. Her vision had recovered! Felicia was surprised. Had Imogen taken the medicine?
Meanwhile, Stephan remained lazily slouched in the lounge chair, legs crossed. He was supposed to be playing the role of a dying man, but before he could maintain the act, he received a sharp kick to his leg.
"Imogen?" He winced, momentarily confused. She had crossed the small coffee table between them without difficulty!
Imogen hummed softly, a smile playing on her lips. Her eyes reddened slightly. "The last time I saw you was fifteen years ago. Now, I can finally see you again."
She paused, softening her voice. "I'm sorry. I've been a terrible sister to you."
Without waiting for a response, she turned to Felicia and blinked. "But the one I owe the biggest apology to is you. I'm truly sorry for taking out my frustrations on you and harboring unfounded resentment. Honestly, looking back, I'm tempted to slap myself. I'm sorry, Felicia."