Chapter 807

Annika's icy voice crackled through the phone. "Crushing your entire family would be as easy as stepping on ants. If you want to die, be my guest."

Zoe's hands trembled around the phone.

"Tomorrow, do you choose death... or obediently treating those patients?"

Zoe forced the words through clenched teeth. "I'll go! I swear I'll go!"

"Good." Annika's laugh sent chills down Zoe's spine. "No tricks. Now that I've chosen you, there's no escape. Obey, or else—"

The line went dead.

Zoe collapsed to the floor.

Each breath felt like lifting a boulder from her chest.

She was trapped on this sinking ship—jumping overboard meant certain death.

But every time she closed her eyes, she heard the little girl's heart-wrenching sobs.

Face ghostly pale, Zoe mechanically packed her medical kit.

Crash!

The sound of shattering porcelain echoed through the Delmonico mansion.

Madeline Delmonico's rage reduced priceless vases to rubble.

A maid knelt on the floor, trembling violently.

"Dare to lie to me?" Madeline's voice could freeze hell itself. "Tired of living?"

The maid kowtowed desperately. "Mercy, madam! A moment of weakness—it won't happen again!"

Madeline's expression remained glacial. "Drag her out. Feed one hand to the leopards."

Screams echoed down the corridor.

The butler approached at the perfect moment. "Madam, Miss Chamberlain has arrived."

Madeline's gaze lifted—one look made Zoe's knees buckle.

"M-Madam Delmonico..." Zoe's voice shook.

The earlier scene had turned her blood to ice.

"Ah, Night." Madeline's tone dripped disdain.

The alias made Zoe's stomach clench.

If not for Vivian's warning to endure, Madeline would've tossed this fraud into the ocean by now.

Two days of morphine withdrawal had been pure agony.

"Madam, what happened—" Zoe fought to keep her voice steady.

"Just a disloyal servant." Madeline's smile didn't reach her eyes. "I showed mercy, yet she repaid me with deceit."

Her stare pinned Zoe in place. "Two things I despise above all—lies and betrayal. Cross me, and I'll make you beg for death."

Each word stabbed Zoe's heart like a blade.

She stood frozen, sweat soaking through her blouse.

"Night?" Madeline called twice before Zoe snapped back to reality.

"You look pale." Fake concern laced Madeline's voice. "Trouble sleeping?"

Beneath her sleeves, Madeline's nails dug bloody crescents into her palms.

Every ounce of willpower kept her from tearing this impostor limb from limb.