บท 185: Brewing Conflict (3)

Ashton's eyes opened wide as he saw the director was being rolled inside the room in a wheelchair. Unlike how he had remembered her, she looked extremely frail. Almost as if she had aged 50 years in a span of a few weeks. Hell, she could barely hold her head up without any support. 

Her entire body was covered in scars and burn marks. Not to mention a couple of missing fingers and patches of missing skin from her face. The worst thing of all was the oxygen mask covering her face. Just with a glance, Ashton realised she had been rescued from the verge of death. 

Despite having an awful relationship with her and knowing what she had done, a part of Ashton couldn't help but feel sorry for her. While the rest of him wanted to laugh at her face. 

She had her eyes shut close, thus she couldn't see that Ashton was in front of her. However, the next moment, the owner of the market squatted down next to her and whispered something in her ear, she opened her eyes.