She and Bryson exchanged nces and walked to the door together.


    Outside, Makenna was making a scene, holding a thermos and yelling, “Why won’t you let me in? I’m part of the Mitchell family too! Isn’t Bryson being too controlling?”


    “I’m here to visit Franco! What do you mean by stopping me from entering here? How dare you!”


    Makenna’s voice was so loud that guests and nurses from several VIP wards around came out to watch.


    At that moment, Makenna’s voice grew even louder.


    “Do you have any purpose to stop me from entering! We don’t even know if Franco’s surgery was sessful.


    In the Mitchell family, only Bryson is allowed to see him! Who knows what intentions he has!” The more Makenna spoke, the more convinced she became of her righteousness.


    She continued, “You all fawn over us until trouble arises.


    Now that Franco’s life is at stake, you be ruthless.


    Bryson can’t handle this behind our backs.


    Today, I want everyone here to judge for us!”


    Makenna’s mor drew the attention of nurses and doctors who attempted to intervene.


    “Madam, here is hospital.


    Please don’t make any noise here!”


    With widened eyes and a defiant stance, Makenna pushed the nurse next to her.


    “Fuck off! If you’re telling me I can’t make noise, then make them let me in! Why can they enter the ward and not us, his own family?”


    Despite her tirade, the nurses, though frustrated, did not confront her, recognizing her as a member of the powerful Mitchell family.


    Left with no other choice, the nurses patiently tried to persuade her not to disturb the peace of the patients.


    “Enough!”


    Suddenly, an authoritative voice echoed from the door of the VIP ward.


    With a loud bang, the door swung open.


    Bryson stepped out, his eyes cold as he fixed them on Makenna.


    “Are you here just to cause a disturbance?”


    Startled, Makenna stepped back, her earlier fury cooling.


    Gathering her courage, she retorted, “I don’t care.


    You have no right to stop me from seeing Franco!”


    Bryson, no longer willing to engage, signaled to a bodyguard beside him.


    “Please escort her out,” he ordered firmly.


    Makenna refused to leave and shouted defiantly, “Bryson, if you dare drive me away, I’ll expose you to the media right now! You must be nning to harm Franco.


    You’re afraid we’ll discover the truth, so I must expose it!”


    Bryson, his expression icy, squinted at Makenna and retorted, “How dare you fabricate such stories in front of the media?”


    Standing beside Bryson, Hannah, her eyes cold yet striking, interjected, “If you continue to shout, you’ll only disturb Mr.


    Franco Mitchell’s rest and potentially harm his recovery.


    It seems you don’t actually want him to recover.


    Perhaps you’re plotting something?”


    Makenna felt overwhelmed and verbally attacked by Hannah.


    “You! You bitch! What nonsense are you spouting?”


    With a slight smile, Hannah replied, “You can spread falsehoods, yet you won’t allow others to speak the truth? You’d better leave soon.


    If the bodyguards have to intervene, it won’t be pleasant.


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