Chapter 258: Innate Underdeveloped Lacrimal Glands_1
Is she really that crazy?
Emilia Sullivan's liver and spleen trembled with rage.
Nathalie Quinlan went straight up, walked up to Ghania Quinlan, and flipped through her phone to that audio, and played it.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"Get up quickly, I know you're fine. Don't play dead with me."
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"Are you done yet? Get up already, you've always been a little... bitch... pretending you can't stand up."
The video was very short, just tens of seconds.
It finished playing in an instant.
Yet Ghania Quinlan looked as if she'd seen a ghost, her complexion turning as white as snow, her fingertips trembling, clinging desperately to Emilia Sullivan's arm, relying on this to stand firm.
Her eyes shook violently, filled with a look of disbelief.
Nathalie, how could Nathalie have the video?!
Wasn't there no surveillance in that hospital corridor?