The woman who had bumped into Virginia looked panic-stricken. Her lips quivered as she quickly lowered her head, apologizing repeatedly. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it," she stammered, her voice filled with dread. The woman glanced at Virginia's shoes. Despite not being able to identify the brand, Virginia's shoes certainly looked expensive. Her clothes seemed equally pricey as well. She could never afford the reimbursement. The woman kept apologizing, her words falling over one another. Virginia had intended to scold her more, but when she noticed the onlookers, she pressed her lips together. It wasn't worth it. There were more important things to focus on. "Next time, watch where you're walking. If it weren't for someone as understanding as me, you'd be paying a lot more than just an apology," Virginia snapped. "Yes, yes, you're very kind," the woman replied, clearly relieved. Still feeling unsatisfied, the woman apologized again. "I'm really sorry. Truly." Virginia shot the woman a cold glance before turning away. She looked at the crowd ahead. It was dense, far too packed for her to get through. Even if she could squeeze through, she wasn't about to stand among these people in her clothes. Her outfit would be ruined, and she'd smell like them. Not happening. Since getting through seemed impossible, Virginia shifted her attention to the sides of the crowd. To her right, there was a smaller space with two tables. At the tables, a female doctor in a white coat was bent over, listening intently to a patient. A mask covered her face. Her long hair was tied up, but a few strands hung loosely around her face. The doctor looked serious, her brow furrowed as she listened.Addison! Virginia clenched her teeth, eyes flashing with both hatred and excitement. Despite the mask, despite the crowd, she knew exactly who it was. Even if Addison were in pieces, Virginia would recognize her. The doctor continued to focus on the patient, carefully placing a stethoscope on the woman's chest. "Besides your leg pain, have you been feeling any discomfort in your chest, ma'am?" she asked gently. "What?" The crone looked confused, clearly unable to catch what Addison had just said. "I asked if you've been feeling any discomfort in your heart lately," Addison said, her voice rising. "What?" The crone looked confused and struggled to hear. "I said, your heart—" Addison repeated, raising her voice once more, almost shouting. Finally, the woman got it. "My heart? Well, it's been bothering me a bit," the grandmother said, pressing her hand to her chest. "Last night, I felt a tightness in my chest while I was sleeping." "I see." Addison nodded as she removed the stethoscope from the patient's chest. She jotted down a note and gave the patient her instructions. "From what I can tell, there might be some issues with your heart. But we need to do some tests to confirm." "When you stand up, turn left and walk straight ahead. There's a place for heart tests. Once you're done, bring me the results." Addison looked up after she was done. She saw the crone staring back at her, looking perplexed. The woman didn't seem to understand what she just said. Addison smacked her forehead in frustration. She had forgotten the patient's hearing issues. She would have to explain everything to her again. She set her pen down, ready to speak louder, but then she paused.The elderly woman had no family with her. Addison realized she probably wouldn't find the testing area on her own. Maybe she should take the crone there herself. It would set her mind at ease. Addison glanced past the patient, looking around for the testing area. Virginia, seeing Addison's gaze shift toward her, froze. She quickly ducked into the crowd, hoping Addison wouldn't spot her. Addison, however, didn't notice. She was too focused on the crone and her next patient. There was just one younger patient waiting behind the elderly woman. Once she finished with this one, she could escort the crone for the tests. "Please wait here, ma'am," Addison said, raising her voice to ensure the woman heard her. The crone nodded in understanding. ... Samuel made his way through the crowded room, trying not to shove his way through the sea of patients. His eyes were locked on the woman in the black coat. He was determined not to let her slip away. Hey, where'd she go? Samuel rubbed his eyes. He had just seen her standing still, staring at the doctor. Now, she was nowhere in sight. He looked around, scanning every face, but couldn't find her. He wouldn't let her escape. Samuel immediately grabbed his phone. "I found her. She's wearing a black coat with a scarf." "Everyone, stay alert. As soon as we have information, tell us. We can't let her get away now!" He hung up and resumed his search, moving through the crowd with purpose. Addison had just finished with her last patient.Addison helped the crone to her feet. "Let's go, ma'am. Watch your step." The elderly woman gripped Addison's arm with one hand, her cane in the other. "Thank you so much." "No need to thank me," Addison replied softly. "I'm just doing what anyone would." The crowd was thick, but Addison made sure to walk on the outer side of the crone, protecting her from being jostled by the people. Virginia remained hidden in the crowd, waiting. She only moved when she saw Addison helping the elderly woman toward the exit. Once they reached a quieter area, Virginia would make her move. She'd make sure Addison paid for this. A faint smile curved Virginia's lips as she followed at a distance, moving slowly. "I can't even get my son to take care of me at home ... " The crone's voice held a note of sadness, touched by Addison's careful attention. "I'm so grateful for you." Addison glanced at the woman, lips pressing together. She didn't answer, but her face grew pensive as she continued to guide the woman, step by step. They moved slowly, one supporting the other. This was her chance. Virginia followed them closely, scanning the area. It was empty—perfect. Now it was time to act. She reached for her phone, preparing to call Samuel. But before she could, a hand shot over her mouth, cutting off her breath. Virginia flailed her arms, but her struggles were futile, the man's grip too strong. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free. His hold on her mouth tightened, and soon a cloth pressed against her face, preventing any sound from escaping. Fear surged through her chest. Desperate, she tried to stomp on his foot with her high heel. The man was focused on keeping her head still, but the sharp pain from the heel made him flinch.Did she just stomp me? His gaze darkened, fury rising. With a firm grip on her chin, he squeezed, making her delicate skin redden. Still furious, he grabbed her hair and yanked her toward a nearby alley.