Arnold immediately said, "Are you sincere? We''re here to invest money, not ask you for money. It''s just a hospital room, right?"


    The assistant doctor looked conflicted, hesitating to speak.


    Arnold nced inside and disdainfully said, "What''s the big deal? We''ve seen mentally ill patients. Why is your situation so special? Open it! I must see who''s so important inside."


    At this point, Wilbur also needed help to handle it. "Mr. Nick, it''s indeed a bit challenging for us. This person is somewhat special. We can negotiate if there are objections, but we can''t breach the contract. At least, not for now."


    "It''s okay. We just want to see the interior conditions. If there''s nothing special, then forget it!" Nick said.


    While they were talking, I kept my eyes on the person on the bed. She was unaffected by the external disturbances, motionless, with her hair covering her entire face. She might be asleep.


    I was so anxious that I almost shouted out Beatrice''s name. But at a time like this, I knew calling her name would ruin everything.


    My mind was spinning rapidly, trying to figure out a way to confirm if it was Beatrice inside.


    Suddenly, I remembered a phrase, something she would understand. We used to say this phrase to each other when we joked around in the dormitory.


    "If you don''t want to see, fine. I''ll just stay on the upper bunk. That''s it!" As I said this, I suddenly saw the person lifting her head, looking toward the door.


    Fortunately, the assistant doctor''s phone rang, and he walked outside. In that instant, I saw her face, clearly presented before my eyes.


    I was stunned, my eyes wide open. If that wasn''t Beatrice, who else could it be? But her face was slightly smaller, and she was extremely pale. Her eyes were hollow and wide open, like two ck holes.


    She had lost her original shape, and only the general appearance remained. But those two dark, curved eyebrows were familiar. Back then, when wey on the bed whispering secrets, I often praised her beautiful eyebrows.


    She lookedpletely different from the Beatrice I knew without these features-like two distinct people.


    She stared intently at my face, and I held back the urge to call her name, afraid of revealing my emotions.


    However, Beatrice showed no emotions, no surprise or joy. She just kept staring at me.


    I was anxious beyond words, afraid


    that Wilbur would notice something


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    strange. So, I asked, "Mr. W


    her condition severe? I can''t looks very peaceful!"


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    Then, I added, "Your eyebrows are the best! You can save on eyebrow pencils!"Material ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    This sentence was also something I used to say to her in the past. With my words, I noticed that Beatrice''s eyes light up slightly.


    Mr. Wilbur didn''t understand the meaning of my words and thought I was praising her. He said, "Indeed, she''s very beautiful! What a pity!"


    "You said she''s severely ill?" I asked, still looking at Beatrice.


    "Yes, it varies. That''s why the family specifically said not to let strangers get close to her, fearing it might affect her emotions." Mr. Wilbur replied, and I could judge his distance from me without turning


    around.


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    The assistant doctor who had answered the phone rushed over. "Mr. Wilbur, Miss Chandler will be here soon! Quickly leave this ce!"


    Mr. Wilbur immediately said, "Mr.


    Nick, letne


    end it here! It''s not


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    can continue our discussionter."


    I quickly turned and nced at Mr. Wilbur, seeing him looking at Nick. The assistant, however, kept looking at me. "Alright, let''s discuss it in more detailter!" I emphasized the word ter'' and looked again at Beatrice inside. "Let''s go!" When I said these two words, I saw her body move slightly, and her upper and lower lips opened and closed twice. The assistant doctor nced inside, and Beatrice instantly resumed her original appearance.