Chapter 989: Ghania Quinlan, You Don't Think I Wouldn't Pay Attention to Overseas Awards, Do You?

"3."

The fingers of the person lying on the hospital bed trembled slightly, seemingly struggling to hold back.

Nathalie Quinlan lowered her eyelids and noticed her small movement.

Her moist lips touched lightly, then continued to count, "4."

Probably unable to endure any longer, Ghania Quinlan suddenly opened her swollen, tear-stained eyes, glaring with resentment. There was no trace of anesthesia wearing off or grogginess—it was clear she was completely awake!

"Nathalie, I will call the Police!" Her voice was venomous, filled with so much anger and even a hint of craziness, her expression on the verge of breaking as she shouted in a low growl, "What you've done is illegal, I'm calling the Police, they will arrest you, you will go to prison! I will see to it that you go to prison!"

In fact, the effects of anesthesia had already worn off by the time she came out of the surgery. She had clearly heard in the hospital room what the doctor said to Myles Sullivan.