Chapter 4

In the end, that team of top specialists performed the surgery on me.

As expected, not even the best in the world could fully restore my shattered limbs.

From now on, I wouldn't be able to lift anything heavier than two pounds. Running or dancing would be completely out of the question.

When the anesthesia wore off, I endured the searing pain of having my hands and legs cut open all over again.

Then Celia showed up, flanked by doctors, nurses, and the expert team, as if she were some kind of royalty.

"Vivian, I know you hate me," she…