Chapter 873 Some People, Even at the End, Never Understood

St. Joshua Hospital Group, Mental Health Ward, Room 409.

Rylee curled up in the corner of the room, her body shaking with fear.

A middle-aged nurse towered over her, striking her fragile form with harsh punches and kicks.

Rylee, desperately clutching her head, cried out, "I'm not crazy! Lares and his family locked me in here! Please, stop hitting me and let me go!"

The nurse paused, catching her breath, her face contorted with rage.

Her jaw clenched as she glared down at Rylee, fists on her hips. "I can't stand people like you-rich, spoiled, and entitled!

"How dare you live such a charmed life while I'm stuck here, working for next to nothing, serving people like you. It's unfair!

"You think your money should stay all yours?"

The nurse's twisted smile spread across her face as she rolled up her sleeves. "Mr. Zeke promised me a share of the Delgado Enterprise hospital funds if I treat you 'well.""

She laughed darkly, "So whether you're sane or not doesn't matter to me. What matters is that I get to break you!"

Rylee shook her head in disbelief.

How could someone, a nurse no less, someone who was supposed to heal, harbor such hatred?

This kind of person will never understand the value of hard work!

People often say that some are born with everything, blessed with wealthy families.

But the truth is, my parents or grandparents struggled, fought and sacrificed to build that wealth.

Unlike the nurse's family, who never worked a day for it.

So why is she complaining? If she doesn't put in the effort now her children and grandchildren will remain stuck in the same cycle.

To break free, someone must push through the hardships.

Those who complain about their lot are simply making excuses for their own laziness and failures!

"What are you staring at?" the nurse snapped, pointing at Rylee. "Dreaming of getting back at me? Don't waste your time!"

She grabbed a mop and swung it at Rylee with all her strength.

The steel ring of the mop struck Rylee's head, splattering blood across the room.

Rylee had no energy left to resist or argue. She could only beg for mercy.

Chapter 873 Some People, Even at the End, Never Understood

But the more she begged, the more the nurse seemed to enjoy the cruelty.

Exhausted and broken, Rylee could only endure the twisted assault.

Blood poured into her eyes, distorting her vision as the world turned red, consumed by despair.

My father is dying.

My brother and sister-in-law have fallen to their deaths.

My nephew was stolen by a nanny, and no one knows where he is.

My mother is left with overwhelming debt.

The bank, along with the criminal Darelin Crew and the ruthless Dixons and Cravens, are circling, waiting to claim what was left.

And here I am, trapped in this hellhole, powerless against the cruelty of these vile people, watching as Delgado Enterprise crumbles.

She knew who was behind the fall of the company-the Dixons and Cravens.

But what could she do?

In this world, justice and virtue never won against manipulation and betrayal.

The wicked always had a hundred tricks up their sleeves, hidden behind the shadows.

At this point, Delgado Enterprise was beyond saving.

Rylee closed her eyes in despair, her heart heavy with sorrow.

The bitter, bloody memory was burned into her mind, a silent scream of anguish and rage.

Robin, with Lucinda and Ferell, had just left the ICU and were making their way to the back section of St. Joshua Hospital's mental health ward.

A security guard blocked their path, standing with authority.

""Stop right there!"

Lucinda stepped forward, her eyes narrowing. "Hello, I'm Lucinda."

"I know who you are," the guard snapped, his voice dripping with impatience. "No outsiders are allowed in The ward."

Lucinda raised an eyebrow, "Do you know me?"

"Of course, You're the former Ms.

Powers from Delgado Enterprise the guard sneered. "But now that Delgado Enterprise is finished,4 don't have to listen to you. Get out of here."

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Lucinda's expression darkened as she sensed the hostility in the guard's tone.

"I'm here to see my daughter, who is being illegally held in Room 409. I'm going in."

"No entry!" the guard barked. "Mr. Lares and Mr. Zeke have made it clear-no one is allowed in, not even you."

Lucinda's anger flared. "You're telling me I can't even enter my own hospital?"

The guard laughed mockingly. "Of course not! Mr. Lares and Mr. Zeke now own this hospital.

"Who do you think you are? Get out of here! Or I'll have my buddies throw you out."

Robin stepped forward, his voice cold and commanding. "You, a simple guard, think you can stop us? This hospital still belongs to Mrs.

Delgado, yet you're blocking her?"

The guard sneered, pointing at Robin. "Who are you to talk? Get out of here! Mr. Zeke said no one's allowed near this place!"

A sharp slap rang through the

hallway as Robin struck the guard,

sending him crashing to the floor. "You're nothing but a gatekeeper. And now you're going to learn who you're dealing with."

"H-how dare you hit me!" The guard scrambled, yelling for backup.

Within moments, four more guards, armed with electric batons, rushed toward them.

"Ferell, handle this pathetic excuse for a man!" Robin ordered coldly.

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Before the guards could even reach them, Ferell swiftly drew a knife and drove it into the chest of the first/ guard.noveldrama

The guard's eyes widened in disbelief as his life faded away. He had never imagined that the people he thought were defeated would strike back so ruthlessly.

Some people, even at the end, never understood why the ones who fed them could also be the ones to destroy them.

The truth was, society was a delicate balance.

Your defender would be your limit.

Those who protected you could just as easily ensure your downfall.

The remaining guards froze in shock at the brutality.

Ferell, bloodied knife in hand, gestured to them. "Lead the way. To Room 409."

The guards hesitated but quickly complied, leading them to the elevator, where they headed straight for Room 409.

The hallway on the fourth floor was filled with vacant-eyed psychiatric patients, their gazes empty and

distant.

From Room 409, shouts and sounds of abuse echoed down the hall.

A doctor spotted them and immediately tried to blockheir way. "Who are you? You can't go in there!"

Ferell didn't hesitate. With a swift kick, he knocked the doctor down and, with one powerful shove, broke open the door to Room 409.

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