The Divorced Heiress Revenge (Bella Thompson) novel Chapter 2374

Clarice turned around, her eyes scanning the empty hallway as an icy chill ran down her spine.

She had heard someone calling her “Rosalind Gold”, a name she had long since abandoned. That was a remnant of a past she believed she had put to rest for good. Yet now, it was resurfacing, threatening to drag her back into memories she had sworn to kill.

For years, she believed she had cut off all ties with her former self, but hearing the name she had carried for over two decades still triggered an instinctive response.

“Dr. Amaryllis!” At that moment, a man who appeared to be a director approached with a respectful smile, followed by two medical staff.

“I’ve prepared the latest batch of drugs. Should we administer it to the test subjects today?”

“How many times must I tell you?” Clarice’s voice turned icy as she fixed her gaze on him. “They are not test subjects. They are patients. Don’t make it sound as if we’re monsters.”

The man chuckled and responded, “Of course, you’re absolutely right!”

“By the way,” Clarice added, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Did you see anyone suspicious while you were on your way here?”

The trio exchanged confused glances.

“Suspicious? No, Dr. Amaryllis. This place is tightly guarded—it’s almost impossible for anyone unauthorized to sneak in.”

Clarice let out a derisive snort. “Don’t get complacent. We’re in Savrow now, not Meridan. Better safe than sorry.”

…

Meanwhile, Jace had also been summoned to the hospital to lend a hand.

As he walked forward with his usual stoic composure, he spotted a couple of medical staff wheeling a hospital bed in his direction. At first, he paid it little mind, but then a weak, frail voice reached his ears, emanating from the bed.

“Brother… Save me… Please… Save me…”

Jace’s cold gaze dropped to the source of the voice.

On the bed lay a girl, deathly pale and trembling. Her thin arm, peeking out from the sheet, was covered in bruised and swollen needle marks.

His eyes narrowed, and he paused in his steps. The girl’s tear-filled eyes locked onto his, brimming with despair and agony.

Jace had seen countless dead bodies in his life and even more people on the brink of death.

Clarice’s expression froze. “What happened?”

“This afternoon, I went out for a smoke,” the man stammered, his face pale and lips tinged with blue from the cold. “Someone struck me from behind, and then... I don’t remember anything! When I woke up, I was lying in the bushes. I almost froze to death!”

Jace’s face remained impassive, though a flicker of intrigue danced in his dark eyes.

“Who attacked you? What did they look like?” Clarice demanded, her voice sharp.

“I… I didn’t see…”

“Useless!”

“But… I think… It was a woman!”

Jace’s gaze sharpened slightly, a ripple of surprise crossing his otherwise stoic expression.

A woman had dared to infiltrate this heavily guarded facility? Bold move. Did she not know the rules? Under the Grant’s orders, any trespassers in the restricted zone only had one outcome awaiting them—death.