Chapter 758: Chapter 758: Life in Dire Straits
"Someone save me! I’m going to die!"
"Help, please!"
At this moment, a man in a white coat and several other medical staff rushed forward to check on Simon Hale’s condition.
After a quick examination, the man in the white coat said, "This is bad, acute appendicitis. He needs to go to the hospital for surgery immediately."
"We need to file a report immediately and seek approval from the higher-ups."
With the cooperation of the medical staff and prison guards, Simon Hale was sent to the city’s hospital operating room.
But as soon as the doors of the operating room shut, Simon Hale, who just moments ago seemed to be in excruciating pain, suddenly turned over and quickly left the surgical table.
The few people in the operating room appeared unfazed, each chatting among themselves.
Only the man in the white coat advised, "Mr. Hale, you have only an hour and a half. Make it quick."
"I’m just going to see Rhonda for a moment, I’ll be back soon."
Since he and Rhonda were each imprisoned, they had lost contact.
Now, even though Simon Hale had already arranged an escape plan for Rhonda, he couldn’t inform her.
Feeling helpless, Simon Hale used the favor he had earned from saving lives before to have the man in the white coat help him temporarily leave the prison for over an hour to see his daughter.
Simon Hale knew this opportunity was rare, and after explaining, he immediately left the hospital through another door...
*
Meanwhile, at the prison, as lunchtime approached, the guards delivered today’s meal.
Today was a stroke of luck; there were a few slices of meat in the lunch.
Rhonda Hale picked up her lunch, eager to start eating.
During the first two days in prison, she had refused the food, claiming it was dirty and didn’t want to share a meal with the unruly inmates.
But after two days of hunger, those pretentious habits had vanished.
Now, when she saw the food, she was willing to scarf it down, just like those uncouth people and without regard for her appearance.
Because if you didn’t eat quickly, the food that rightfully belonged to you would be snatched away by someone far stronger.
Just like now, Rhonda had barely eaten a few bites of rice and hadn’t had a chance to taste the meat, when her hair was yanked.
"Do you really think you deserve to eat this meat?"
Mrs. Vance—the bully—gripped Rhonda’s hair, preventing her from touching the meal.
"Why can’t I eat it? This was given to me."
Rhonda didn’t understand why Mrs. Vance constantly targeted her.
There were plenty of people in the same room, but Mrs. Vance wouldn’t bully them; occasionally, she’d even help them.
Yet whenever she saw Rhonda, Mrs. Vance not only took her food but beat her too.
It was the same again, with the meal beginning, Mrs. Vance started stealing her food again.
"Others can eat it, but you can’t! Because... you’re not worthy."
Mrs. Vance coldly yanked Rhonda’s hair.
"Why are you doing this to me? I’ve never done anything to hurt you!"
Rhonda struggled to break free, trying to escape Mrs. Vance’s grip.
But having lived a sheltered life since childhood, her strength was no match for someone as street-smart as Mrs. Vance.
Within a few minutes, Rhonda was pinned down by Mrs. Vance and slapped repeatedly.
"You claim you haven’t done anything wrong? Then how could I end up here?"
Mrs. Vance’s words stunned Rhonda.
She stared carefully at Mrs. Vance’s face, suddenly recalling a classmate from junior high who was prettier than she was.
That person... seemed to also be named Mrs. Vance.
"You are..."
Rhonda appeared slightly panicked.
Seeing her reaction, Mrs. Vance guessed Rhonda had recognized her.
"Yes, I am the Mrs. Vance whom you falsely accused of stealing your expensive pen back then..."