Chapter 243 You Up For A Fight
“Good evening, Mr. Mitchell!” Ivory called out cheerfully as she stepped into the ward. After a brief nod to Renee, she turned to address William. “I’m here to change your dressing.”
William gave a slight nod. Midway through changing the bandage, Ivory seemed to suddenly recall something. “Oh, I forgot to mention, Mr. Mitchell, there’s a prescription for you that needs to be paid for and collected from the pharmacy on the first floor. Would that be inconvenient for you?”
William was about to respond, when Renee quickly offered, “I’ll go get it.”
As Renee exited the ward, she caught Ivory’s eye briefly, unsettling her with what seemed like a flash of malice.
Was it just her imagination?
Without overthinking it, Renee left and headed towards the elevator, only to find it out of service.
Opting for the stairs instead, she started down only to have the stairwell lights abruptly fail.
“What a coincidence!” she thought, squinting in the darkness, her senses heightened.
Her footsteps echoed in the hollow stairwell, amplifying around her.
She continued to walked casually, soon noticing a figure silently trailing
her.
Feeling wary about the mysterious follower, Renee kept a steady pace,
counting off the floors and focusing on the approaching first–floor lights.
As she approached the final turn, she paused deliberately, noting her follower either lacked skill in stealth or was overly cautious.
Sensing perhaps that she might slip away, the follower’s footsteps. hastened suddenly, marked by heavy breathing.
Renee smirked and slowed her walk, letting the footsteps catch up.
As she neared the stairwell exit, she heard a sharp breath close behind her and felt a sudden lunge.
Whirling around, she saw nothing, yet felt an eerie presence still hanging in
the air.
“Hey there, you up for a fight?” Renee taunted with a prideful sneer.
Her only answer was the rapid beat of her own heart and the sound of approaching footsteps.
As her eyes grew accustomed to the dimness, she could just make out the stairs leading to the first floor.
“Ha!” She laughed scornfully. “Coward!” she mocked.
“Not coming out? I’m leaving then,” she jeered once more.
Yet, silence followed.
Renee shrugged and turned to leave, dismissive.
Suddenly, she felt a whoosh of air near her ear–a telltale sign of an amateurish punch.
With her combat training, Renee easily sidestepped and grabbed the assailant’s wrist, twisting it until he yelped in pain. “Ouch! Ouch! Let go of
me!”
Before she could react further, another punch was thrown her way.
“Ha!” Another one? You’re also a rookie!” Renee quipped, catching the second assailant’s wrist effortlessly. Quickly, she clapped their heads
together.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” they cried out in unison.
Amidst their cries, Renee’s chilling laughter filled the air, a stark contrast to
their agony.
“Ha! Enjoying this? Is it as fun as you expected?” she taunted cheerfully.
