"Miss La Rosa, this is a hospital. If there's a problem, find a doctor. You must not interfere!" Sisca pretended to advise, her hand reaching out to disturb Alessia.
Unfortunately, before she could touch Alessia, Alessia had already seen through everything. She lifted her eyes, glaring sharply.
That sharp gaze was like invisible ice blades, piercing Sisca's heart with a chill.
Caught off guard, Sisca was frightened and stumbled, sitting on the ground.
Finally, someone noticed the commotion, and people began to gather around.
"What happened to this lady?" a nurse approached to inquire.
Alessia knelt on the ground, not raising her head, continuing her actions methodically, giving instructions.
"After a preliminary examination, the patient seems to have experienced cardiac arrest due to a psychological condition. Go get someone to help and prepare to take her to the operating room."
The nurse, seeing the blood on the ground, was initially flustered. But upon hearing Alessia's words, she quickly calmed down, feeling as if she had found her backbone.
"Okay, I'll go now. I'll be back soon."
The nurse nodded, jogging away while casually dispersing the onlookers, "Please don't crowd together, keep the area ventilated. Thank you for your cooperation."
Before long, the nurse returned with a group of medical staff, pushing a stretcher.
In just a short while, with Alessia's treatment, the woman had recovered her heartbeat and was successfully taken away on the stretcher.
The onlookers witnessed Alessia's calm rescue process and spontaneously applauded.
If Alessia were standing in the dazzling center of a stage, then Sisca would be standing in the shadow outside the halo.
Sisca's eyes were filled with venom.
Since she entered the entertainment industry, she had never been ignored like this. But today, Alessia made her appear insignificant. She had wanted to cause trouble, but inexplicably ended up falling.
Alessia was her nemesis!
At this moment, the seed of jealousy grew wildly in Sisca's heart.
Facing the fervent gazes of the crowd, Alessia remained indifferent. She glanced at her blood-stained hands, picked up the hot water kettle from the ground, and prepared to leave.
However, at that moment, a man strode over arrogantly, blocking her way.
"It was you who performed CPR on my aunt just now?" the man questioned in a demanding tone as soon as he spoke.
Alessia frowned and raised her head indifferently, "Do you have something to say?"
As the man saw Alessia's face, a hint of amazement flashed in his eyes. He thought he was charming as he adjusted his hairstyle and continued arrogantly, "Indeed, I have something to say. My aunt was just taken for examination and is still unconscious. You're neither a doctor nor a nurse at this hospital. Who knows if your CPR technique was correct and whether it will have any consequences in the future. Furthermore, why did my aunt fall down the stairs in the first place? You need to come with me and wait. There has to be an explanation."
Alessia's eyes turned cold. From the man's words, it seemed like if anything happened to that woman, he would hold her accountable. She was being framed.
She didn't expect anything in return for saving people, but she wouldn't be taken advantage of either.
Alessia sneered mockingly, "I'm busy. If you have any questions about my technique, you can go find a doctor. As for why your aunt fell down the stairs, you, as her nephew, should be very clear."
It was precisely because of unreasonable relatives like this that nobody dared to help when an elderly person fell down.
If hearts turned cold, they would never warm up again.
"What do you mean?" the man was stunned.
Alessia's eyes were indifferent, as if she were looking at garbage, "Don't you know? Your aunt is seriously ill and in poor condition?"
"It turns out she's seriously ill. Isn't this typical of someone trying to extort money?"
"That's right. If you really cared about your aunt, why weren't you by her side every step of the way? Now that something has happened, you're here pretending to be filial."
As people spoke one after another, the man's face turned dark.
He had indeed come to find a scapegoat to avoid being blamed by his father for not taking care of his aunt properly.
Now it seemed like his plan couldn't proceed.
The man felt annoyed. The favorable impression he had of Alessia's appearance vanished without a trace.
In the crowd, Sisca's eyes flickered as she recognized the man's identity.
She smirked maliciously, stepping out from the crowd and coquettishly calling out, "You master Ramirez!"
Sisca's sudden voice broke the awkwardness for Nolan Ramirez.
Turning towards the sound, Nolan's eyes lit up with concern as he looked at the bandaged wrist of Sisca.
"Miss Fraser, I heard from the news yesterday that you were admitted to the hospital. I've been wanting to come and see you," he said with genuine concern.
Feeling a touch of disgust at Nolan's attentive gaze, Sisca didn't like it when others brought up her suicide attempt for sympathy. However, she couldn't afford to alienate Nolan. She still needed to use him, and she enjoyed the feeling of being adored by a wealthy young man.
Sisca spoke softly, "Mr. Ramirez, actually, when your aunt fell down the stairs just now, I was also there..."
Alessia narrowed her eyes, subconsciously feeling that Sisca was up to something again. As expected, Sisca continued with a look of reluctance.
"I saw your aunt going downstairs while Miss La Rosa was going upstairs. When they both reached the same step on the stairs, your aunt suddenly fell down."
Sisca intentionally kept her words ambiguous. As she finished speaking, Alessia saw Nolan instantly grasp her implication, his expression turning furious.
"So, it was you who pushed my aunt down the stairs. You performed CPR on my aunt, was it to finish her off, so she wouldn't wake up?" Nolan quickly followed Sisca's train of thought, maliciously speculating, reaching out to grab Alessia's wrist.
Alessia's dark eyes flashed with a cold light. She didn't let Nolan succeed. Instead, she grabbed his wrist and squeezed hard.
Nolan screamed in pain, "Let go, you bitch!"
His mouth was too foul.
Arguing with someone without a brain would only lower her own IQ. At such times, a slap was much more effective.
Alessia remained expressionless as she raised her hand and slapped Nolan, pushing him away.
Nolan was completely stunned.
He, Nolan Ramirez, had been slapped by a woman!
And in front of so many people.
Sisca widened her eyes, also shocked, covering her mouth.
Although she hated Alessia, she couldn't help but admit that Alessia's slap was cool and stylish.
At the same time, she was jealous to the point of madness. Alessia had casually slapped the top playboy of the city, didn't she consider the consequences?
But Alessia was probably done for as well.
Biting her lip, Sisca helped Nolan, showing concern on her face. "Young master Ramirez, are you okay?"
Nolan, holding his slapped face, looked into Sisca's watery eyes and felt his anger skyrocket.
How dare this bitch lay hands on him in front of the woman he liked? What face did he have left to stay in Toronto?
"You bitch, how dare you lay hands on me. If I don't kill you today, my surname is not Ramirez."
Nolan exploded in anger, rolling up his sleeves and rushing towards Alessia.
However, before Nolan could reach Alessia, a figure appeared out of nowhere, standing in front of him.
Bianca, in high heels, lifted her chin arrogantly, her eyes contemptuous. "Nolan, who do you want to kill?"
Seeing Bianca, Nolan immediately stopped.
Bianca was the young lady of the Carter family and also the sister of the cold-blooded king, Dominic Carter. Nolan didn't want to provoke her.
Nolan's eyes flickered and he lowered his posture. "Bianca, this is a personal grievance between me and this bitch. Please step aside."
Bianca stood firm without moving, continuing arrogantly, "I won't step aside. What can you do to me?"
In terms of being arrogant, Bianca was indeed slightly better.
With Bianca stubbornly blocking him, Nolan was at a loss.
Sisca felt anxious. She hadn't expected Bianca to interfere like this. Although Bianca didn't like her, she had to admit that Bianca's intervention was still somewhat polite.
Sisca thought for a moment, then stepped forward and persuaded Bianca, pulling at her sleeve.
"Bianca, just now Miss Ramirez fell down the stairs. She bled a lot... this is a private grudge between Miss La Rosa and the Ramirez family. Let's not get involved."
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