"Are you comfortable, Miss?" Rita asked La Rossa.

"Yes, quite," La Rossa replied.

"How long have you been a nurse?" asked La Rossa.

"Only five years Miss," Rita replied.

La Rossa's stomach made a clucking sound to indicate that the worms in her stomach were singing to be filled.

"Is Miss hungry?" asked Rita. La Rossa nodded her head.

Rita went outside leaving La Rossa alone to get some food, that's when La Rossa pulled out the IV needle on the back of her hand and fresh blood spurted out staining the white sheets. Fresh blood oozed from the back of La Rossa's hand, she tore the blanket she was wearing and used it to bandage the wound.

La Rossa got off the bed, she walked out of the hospital's VVIP room.
La Rossa left the hospital, she sneaked away by taking a doctor's clothes that were hanging in an empty room belonging to one of the doctors practicing there.

She left in a taxi that happened to be passing in front of the Hospital, she asked the driver to take her to the address she mentioned.

The car continued to take La Rossa to a simple neighborhood housing complex. She got off when the car stopped right at a pale yellow painted house with a yard full of colorful roses.

La Rossa asked the driver to wait for her because she didn't have a penny.

"Sir, wait a minute," La Rossa asked the taxi driver.

"Yes, neng," the driver agreed.

Then he walked to the gate and walked until he reached the door and knocked.

The door opened and revealed a beautiful hijab-wearing girl about her age, who gave La Rossa a puzzled look.

"Who are you looking for?" she asked.

"Looking for Anisa," replied La Rossa briefly.

"Looking for me?" asked Anisa, surprised that she didn't recognize the person in front of her.

"Yes, did you forget me?" asked La Rossa.

Anisa looked closely at La Rossa, vaguely remembering the face of the girl in front of her who was very similar to her childhood friend.

"Rossalinda?" she asked.

"Yes," La Rossa replied briefly.

Without waiting for long, Anisa hugged La Rossa tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Where have you been all this time, Ros?" asked Anisa as she released her embrace.

"Can you lend me some money?" asked La Rossa frankly.

"Money?" asked Anisa in surprise.

"To pay for a taxi," La Rossa replied flatly.

Ever since she entered the group of assassins she couldn't smile, the only smile she displayed was a fake one to ensnare her targets, the rest of the time she would return to the stiff and cold La Rossa.

Anisa reached into her pocket, she handed over five hundred-thousand bills, La Rossa took them and handed them to the taxi driver.

"Neng mostly, the fare is only a hundred thousand," the driver said as he handed over the rest of the money.

La Rossa took the money and went back to Anisa. And Anisa invited La Rossa inside. After the two of them sat down on a chair in the center of the room, La Rossa asked Anisa how her parents were doing.

"How are Auntie and Uncle?" she asked.

Hearing La Rossa's question, Anisa immediately lowered her head, sobbing, her shoulders shaking.

La Rossa, who saw Anisa crying, just stared at her, not trying to comfort her because she didn't know how.

"What happened to them?" La Rossa asked again when she saw Anisa had stopped crying.

"They died," Anisa replied sadly, wiping her tears with the back of her hand.

"Sick?" La Rossa asked flatly.

"I don't know? They died unnaturally. Mama died of poisoning and Papa died in an accident while crossing the road," Anisa said sadly.

La Rossa paused, the look in her eyes was one of extreme anger, then cooled down in a matter of seconds. Anisa, who saw her, was shocked.

The La Rossa she used to know had changed, there was no smile on her lips like there used to be when they were together, her sparkling eyes were now cold and could freeze the hearts of those who looked at her, especially when Anisa looked into her eyes when she was angry, there was horror in her heart.

The masked man entered her room by climbing over the balcony wall of the room, he then entered through the window of the room.

The masked man changed his appearance into a weak and pitiful person. He sat in a wheelchair and his monster face wore a look of sadness.

"Your master is back?" asked Jonathan, who had been his confidant.

"Hmm...," replied the masked man who turned out to be Gilbert.

Gilbert was a paralyzed man with the face of a monster, who was pretending to be weak in order to trick the people who always wanted him dead.

"Is Uncle Alfredo here yet?" asked Gilbert.

"Not yet, sir, maybe soon," Jonathan replied politely.

"Help me to the balcony," Gilbert asked Jonathan.

Jonathan pushed Gilbert's wheelchair to the balcony and locked it.
Gilbert looked outside with a wandering eye, the motorcycle he was using was no longer parked in the courtyard. The front door of the gate opened by itself, he saw a luxury motorcade entering the yard.

There were three brand-new Mercedes, shiny loafers could be seen in the distance, then a middle-aged man wearing an ash-colored suit stood tall beside the car.

Followed by his loyal assistants and bodyguards to keep him safe. There were about eight bodyguards.

The middle-aged man raised his face, he looked towards the balcony where Gilbert was looking at him, his gaze sad. He looked away and walked into the luxurious but worn-out house.

"Welcome Mr. Alfredo," Jonathan greeted the middle-aged man who turned out to be Alfredo.

"Please come in, sir," Jonathan said, inviting Alfredo in.

The assistant and four bodyguards entered the house, while the others stood guard outside. Alfredo went straight to Gilbert's room, and without knocking he entered the room.