Jenna Roland's sharp tongue left Victor Roland and his family trembling with rage, their faces turning ashen.
Confined to their hospital beds, they could only glare at her with venomous eyes.
Jenna stood before them, a mocking smile playing on her lips.
"Scum like you don't deserve to breathe," she said coolly. "Karma will come for you soon."
Fiona Roland slammed her hand against the bedrail. "You bitch! Get out!"
Victor's face flushed crimson, his blood pressure spiking. "Jenna Roland, I hope you rot in hell!"
Jason Roland gnashed his teeth, hatred burning in his eyes.
Jenna gave them one last dismissive glance. "May you all get there first."
She turned and walked away, their hysterical curses echoing behind her.
Outside the ward, Jenna exhaled deeply, her mood light as she returned to Stella Laurent's room.
Stella looked up from her phone and grinned.
"Feel better?" she teased.
Jenna nodded. "Much."
Just then, Sylvia Savigny entered, carrying a fruit basket.
"Oh, Jenna's here too." Sylvia set the basket on the nightstand.
Jenna stood to offer her seat. "Just visiting Stella."
Sylvia sat down, her expression conflicted. "Has Lucien Valois contacted you?"
"No." Jenna shook her head. "I've already resigned."
Stella chimed in, "He'll probably look for you at the club. Good thing he doesn't know where you live."
Jenna felt a surge of relief. The last thing she wanted was Lucien discovering her shared home with Ethan Roscente.
"What about you?" Jenna turned to Sylvia. "Any plans?"
Sylvia gave a bitter laugh. "He dumped me. Exactly what I wanted."
"Why do you say that?" Jenna asked curiously.
"He's dangerous," Sylvia lowered her voice. "And his wife is worse. I've been trying to escape for a while."
Jenna nodded in agreement. "Staying away is the right choice. We can build good lives on our own."
A determined glint flashed in Sylvia's eyes. "I'm opening a small shop. Starting fresh."
Sunlight streamed through the window, bathing the three young women in its glow—as if heralding new beginnings.