She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 527: The Haunting Incident in the Morgue

Teagan didn't continue questioning, and Danielle finally breathed a sigh of relief. Nora groaned in pain, clutching her shoulder with one hand, her gaze cold and terrifying as she stared at Danielle's departing figure, her eyes filled with malice.

As the dedicated elevator door to the mall opened, Danielle was stunned by the man inside. For a moment, she forgot to breathe. Her red lips parted slightly, and her eyes sparkled with a desire that seemed to stick to him, devoid of the manners and grace expected of a young lady. On the other hand, Nora appeared more poised and composed.

Vincent was wearing a silver-gray suit today, with a matching red shirt and coat, exuding an elegant and charming demeanor. It was no wonder that Danielle was captivated because despite having many pursuers, none could match the outstanding qualities of Master Vincent.

After a brief pause, Teagan confidently walked into the elevator, greeting Master Vincent and shaking his hand. "Master Vincent, what brings you here today? It must be fate."

Vincent exchanged a few pleasantries with him, claiming that he was there to discuss rent.

As they shook hands, a small piece of paper discreetly passed from Master Vincent's hand to Teagan's palm. Teagan subtly tucked the note into his sleeve and cast a fleeting, exploratory glance at Nora. The elevator arrived. With a gentle smile on his face, Master Vincent waved goodbye, saying, "I have other matters to attend to. Mr. Parry, Miss Parry, let's arrange another meeting when we have free time." He didn't mention Nora specifically, primarily because he couldn't recall her name at the moment. Little did he know that this action would become a thorn in Nora's heart, igniting her strong sense of self-worth. Was she that insignificant? Not even worthy of being remembered by name?

On the other hand, Danielle, who was subtly mentioned, immersed herself in a love fantasy. Master Vincent mentioning her name must mean that he was interested in her. Oh, what should she do? She forgot to leave a way for Master Vincent to contact her. How would he ask her out for coffee?

As soon as Vincent left, Teagan lowered his head and noticed his sister who was lost in her fantasy.

His face turned cold, and he warned her coldly, "Danielle, stop daydreaming. You two are not suitable for each other!"

He mercilessly shattered all of Danielle's fantasies as if pouring cold water on a burning flame. The small flame was extinguished instantly.

Refusing to accept his words, Danielle retorted loudly, "Why? We are both unmarried, and he has talent while I possess beauty. Why can't it work?"This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

"In any aspect! He might have talent, but your looks are far from satisfactory."

Teagan's words struck Danielle hard, leaving her completely deflated. "Teagan! I am your sister? How can you belittle me so much?"

Since when did her own brother criticize her like this?

Teagan sneered, holding Nora's hand, and walked out of the elevator, completely ignoring Danielle, who was fuming with anger. He firmly declared, "In any case, we cannot afford to provoke the Foley family. Master Vincent is not like what you've seen. If you don't want to end up being miserable, stay away from him."

His words were direct and said in a stern tone, but he said those words for her good.

Young girls like her didn't understand the ways of the world and easily fell into the trap of falling for someone based solely on appearance. Little did they know that in the eyes of men, pure and innocent girls like them were often nothing more than temporary playthings that would be discarded once the novelty wore off.

He knew it clearly because he was that kind of men. Master Vincent was the same type.

His sister, he knew very well, had a hot-headed and foolish temperament, only able to show off at home. Once she stepped outside, she had no clue how to survive.

Teagan considered himself not to be a good person, but as a brother, he never mistreated Danielle.

Unfortunately, Danielle, who was so fascinated by Vincent, didn't pay attention to these words. She muttered quietly from behind, "Who said Master Vincent wouldn't like me?"

Even someone as reserved and solemn as Kelvin married Cheyenne, didn't he?

Cheyenne was more than a troublemaker, but she could still marry Kelvin, so why couldn't she, the lady of the Parry family, marry Vincent?

Teagan's words surprised Nora. She thought Teagan and Vincent were friends. But now it seemed that they were connected because of mutual interests.

In the hospital, despite it being

midsummer the temperature in the morgue was chillingly low. The lights in the hallway had been broken for who knows how long. Flickering on and off, they created an eerie atmosphere even in broad daylight.

This place was rarely visited by anyone. Apart from occasionally having bodies brought in by nursing staff, there were no others.

However, inside the morgue, there was an eerie conversation taking place, its contents terrifying upon deeper thought.

An old-sounding voice, sounding rather aged, asked slowly, "Where is his large intestine? Why isn't it here?"

Answering her was a clear, melodious female voice, "Isn't it on your left hand side?"

"Yes, I forgot. I accidentally cut it when I was dissecting his heart."

A young nurse happened to be

passing by, coming to collect a

blood bag. She suddenly heard this conversation when she reached the morgue's door. She was instantly frightened and pale.

She had heard the rumors about the haunted morgue from her senior colleagues before. But she never expected that the ghosts would be so brazen, appearing even during broad daylight. Unaware of the footsteps outside, Cheyenne stretched her somewhat stiff arms and complained, "Oh well, I've been here since early morning, and now I'm so hungry."

"What would you like to eat?"

"Raw seafood, as fresh as it gets."

The nurse's terrified eyes showed a brief moment of confusion. She bit her lip and ran off as fast as she could.

It was too frightening. The rumors about the haunted morgue were indeed true.

Meanwhile, Cheyenne neatly placed three leg bones she had retrieved from the deceased into a tray.

From the corner of her eye, she noticed Kyson almost dropping his surgical scalpel onto the corpse's appendix. She immediately stopped him.

"Mr. Owen, this man has been dead for many days. The gases in his stomach have been compressed due to the low-pressure environment. Cutting into it now might cause an explosion." Kyson awkwardly rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. "Apologies, I meant to examine his liver tissue... I made a mistake."

Cheyenne's eye twitched, and she directly said in mockery. "You have your aging eyesight to blame. Can you really still perform surgeries? Don't go saving living patients as if they were already dead."

"To be honest with you, ever since I developed presbyopia, I won't go into the operating room anymore. I've been wanting to retire, but the President wouldn't allow it."

He was already at the age where he could collect retirement benefits, yet he still had to suffer and come to work. He was truly miserable.