"Less than 10%," Rosemary said bluntly. "Considering her current condition, it's tough."
Clark felt a lump in his throat at her words.
"Moreover," Rosemary continued, standing outside the ICU, "even if I were there, I wouldn't have been able to save them. Their heads, necks, all have fatal injuries—liver rupture, intestinal perforation, fractures in the head and spine. By the time they got to the hospital, they were nearly bled dry. So, arrangements for their bodies, the funeral, and so on, will need to be taken care of by you."
Considering Carol's current state, she was in no position to arrange anything.
Then Rosemary pushed open the ICU door. "I'll go check on Carol."
Outside the door, Louisa asked Clark in a hushed voice, "What happened to your girlfriend?"
"She's poisoned."
"Why was she poisoned?"
As Louisa dug deeper, Clark decided to come clean.
Not just Louisa—even Kenneth, standing by, couldn't believe it and was visibly upset.
