Chapitre 73: Chapter Seventy-Four

White walls stretched into endless, winding corridors. The environment of pale, tasteless colours coupled with the powerful smell of medicine and disinfectants slammed an enormous wave of nostalgia in Ziza’s chest. But she pushed that aside. Gloomy memories of her walking down the same hallways during the time of her father’s illness battered her left and right. Then his health had required critical attention. Care he could no longer receive at home. That’s how serious his condition had progressed by the time they admitted him into this same hospital.

With four bodyguards imitating her every move, Ziza hurried down a corridor as the nurses stationed at the reception area directed her to.