"No, no, it's not true, my Pamela..." Karen couldn't accept the reality. She was trembling, barely breathing, her face pale as if she were dying.

Venus was terrified. "Karen, don't scare Mummy. I promise I'll buy you a cat exactly like Pamela, okay?" Her voice was so gentle, she feared triggering another episode.

"No, there will never be another cat like Pamela. I've lost her," Karen sobbed, her voice a low murmur, as if lost in a world inaccessible to others. No one dared to speak.

Then, Karen suddenly lifted her head. Her eyes blazed with scarlet fury. She yelled at Hannah, "Is that you? You killed her because she attacked you yesterday! Didn't you? Tell me..."

Hannah had sensed something was amiss when Karen fell ill that morning. She didn't entirely discount Karen's kindness; after all, Karen hadn't been hostile to the Wells family. Yet, everyone stared at Hannah, their gazes accusatory, seemingly accepting Karen's accusation without question. No one dared contradict her. They wouldn't risk agitating her further.

Karen collapsed. Venus, frightened, rushed to her daughter's side.

"Where's the ambulance?" Robert shouted. "Hasn't it arrived yet?"

A maid hurried up. "Mr. Wells, the ambulance has arrived."

"Take Karen to the hospital, quickly!"

David lifted Karen into his arms, carrying her down the stairs and into the waiting ambulance. The family followed; some accompanied the ambulance, others drove to the hospital. Hannah waited with Oscar and Janet for Thomas to bring his car.

Janet sneered, "I thought you were very capable."

Hannah ignored her. At that moment, she felt a reassuring hand clasp hers, offering silent comfort. It wasn't difficult for her to accept this; she'd anticipated it.

Outside the emergency room, the Wells family waited anxiously. Venus's eyes were swollen with tears; Robert did his best to comfort her. The silence stretched for a half-hour until the emergency room door opened.

Trembling, Venus approached the doctor. "How is my daughter? How is she?"

"Mrs. Wells, don't worry. She's okay. She fainted from overwhelming sadness. Her heart seems fine for now, but I suggest a day's observation to ensure everything is stable."

"Okay, we'll follow your advice," Venus breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mrs. Wells, come with me a moment. I need to tell you something," the doctor said privately.

Venus's nervousness returned.

"Don't be nervous, it's a small matter Karen asked me to convey," the doctor whispered.

Reassured, Venus followed. From a distance, they could see the doctor speaking while Venus listened with a worried expression. After a brief conversation, the doctor nodded and left. Karen was wheeled out.

"Karen, how are you feeling? Are you okay?" the family gathered around her.

They followed to Karen's ward.

"Hannah," Venus called.

Hannah turned.

"I need to speak with you privately," Venus said.

"Okay," Hannah agreed readily.

Oscar remained with Hannah, visibly reluctant about his mother's actions.

"Go be with Karen. I'll find you later," Hannah told Oscar.

"Hurry," she urged gently.

Oscar, lips pursed, joined the others. Only Hannah and Venus remained.

Hannah began, "Mum, just tell me what's on your mind."

Venus sighed, "If I didn't have such a difficult daughter, I wouldn't be doing this."

Hannah smiled, "I understand. Parents love their children." She'd already guessed Venus's intentions.

"I don't believe Pamela's death involved you, but the doctor told me Karen doesn't want to see you. It's not blame; she just can't help associating you with her cat. I'm afraid she might lose control again..." Venus struggled to continue. The words were difficult for her refined nature.

Hannah said calmly, "Mum, I won't see Karen."

Venus nodded helplessly, taking Hannah's hand in silence.

"I'll leave the hospital so Karen won't see me, but I need to retrieve some things from the villa," Hannah explained.

"I'll send Oscar back with you," Venus offered.

"It's okay. Oscar needs to be with Karen. I can go myself," Hannah declined.

She turned and left. Her true intention wasn't to collect belongings, but to uncover the truth. She lived by a simple code: don't offend her, and she wouldn't offend you; offend her, and the consequences would be unavoidable.