Hospital Room Gloria lay on the hospital bed, the white sheets making her face look even more pallid, devoid of any color.
Sebastian had already noticed Gloria's frail appearance back in the private room.
But now, seeing her face clearly, it felt like something was squeezing his heart tightly.
The emaciated woman before him was unrecognizable from the vibrant and radiant heiress of the Russell family from three years ago.
In just three years of imprisonment, Gloria had turned herself into this.
Sebastian furrowed his brows, recalling everything that had happened at the bar earlier.
Even the dignity that Gloria had once been so proud of was now cast aside.
Sebastian couldn't help but step forward, reaching out to touch her face, wanting to confirm if this was really Gloria or if someone was wearing a mask to impersonate her.
Otherwise, how could a person change so drastically?
"Mr. Windsor." Someone pushed the door open and entered.
