"I..."

"Maggie!"

It was a woman's voice, brimming with venom.

Maggie looked up to find Yana charging to her, her hair a wild mess.

Why was Yana here? And she was pulling something out of her pocket.

“Maggie, answer me!"

Sanford's voice sounded from the phone. As Maggie saw Yana extract a folding knife from her pocket, her eyes widened and she drew in a sharp breath.

"Yana is here. Ah..."

Seeing Yana advancing on her with a knife, Maggie's hand trembled, causing her phone to slip to the floor.

"Maggie, what's happening? Maggie, tell me..

Sanford's voice echoed anxiously from the receiver. Maggie swallowed hard, her attention diverted from the phone on the floor to the fierce Yana advancing on her, and she stepped back.

"Yana, what are you doing? Calm down! Don't be impulsive!"

Clad in an oversized hospital gown, Yana looked gaunt, her cheeks hollow.

Yana appeared Like a demonic entity, hell-bent on ending her life.

Fixating her gaze on Maggie, she brandished the knife.

“Maggie, you've made me suffer immensely. I'm going to kill you. Go to hell!"

Maggie shrieked, desperately trying to dodge her. jana, calm down. Murder leads to prisot

“Didn't you Lock me up in a mental hospital? I'm a psychiatric patient now. Even if I murder someone, I won't be imprisoned due to my mental instability!" Yana‘s eyes blazed with insanity.

A growing crowd of spectators encircled them, but as they bore witness to Yana's unhinged actions, they distanced themselves from the situation.

Some cried for help, others reached out to hospital security.

Drake, caught off guard, stood frozen in shock. Upon grasping the gravity of the situation, he attempted to pacify Yana.

“Yana, what are you thinking? Drop the knife now. Don't make a rash decision!"