Chapter 8

Emma lay on the bed, her blurry eyes slowly opening. The first thing she saw was the white ceiling. She blinked a few times, realizing she was being stabbed in the right wrist by a needle.

Where is it?

This was a room. Beside her was the standard medical equipment found in a hospital, but this was not a hospital. She could be sure of that. Emma tried to look around, but she found herself not as tired as she was in the morning. Even now, she could feel her life force being very strong.

But Emma didn't care about that. She went down to the bed, wearing a white knee-length dress. It was a nightgown covered her body from shoulder to calves, making the skin on this girl's body invisible even an inch.

Emma went to the door. She used her strength to push this door open, it was not locked, and it was easy to open.

She looked at the corridor in front of her. She completely realized it was like a laboratory. Is it Ivan's? Did he bring her here to recuperate? But why was there not a single perso