When Isabella Weaver arrived at the hospital, the doctor had already finished administering the injection. Cherry Lewis was sitting by the president's bedside and looked back at her when she heard the door open.
"Miss Weaver, it's been a long time! You're still alive, how delightful and fortunate!"
She wore a long white dress, her hair draped over her shoulders, newly dyed a reddish-brown color. Paired with exquisite makeup and bright red lipstick, it added an inexplicable fiery presence to her.
The ordeal of imprisonment seemed to have had no effect on her; she appeared more striking and brazen than before.
Isabella Weaver ignored her provocation, grabbing the doctor and asking, "How is the president? How could you just give her an injection like that?"
The doctor quickly put down the syringe. "It was requested by this patient's daughter. This is merely a method to stimulate her awakening. However, we controlled the dosage to avoid too much harm to her body."
