Chapter 811

Tiffany stared in shock at what was happening when she suddenly felt a tight grip on her wrist. Melissa had caught hold of her with her frail and emaciated hand. "Ah—" Tiffany yanked her arm away and stumbled backward in fright. She was genuinely scared that Melissa might rise up like a zombie from a horror movie to drain her blood. Just then, the door burst open, and a swarm of doctors rushed in, hastily wheeling Melissa's stretcher out of the room. As Tiffany stood there, still shaken, Ronald arrived. He grabbed Tiffany by the shoulders and questioned her with fury, "What did you say to Melissa? Why is her emotional state suddenly so unstable? Tiffany, I told you to behave. Why can't you listen?" Tiffany felt dizzy from his shaking and struggled to stand. She tried to break free from his grip, but he held her tightly. A doctor approached quickly and spoke rapidly, "Melissa's condition is critical; I'm afraid..." Ronald's gaze turned sharp and focused, and without a moment's hes