Make An Enemy Of Smith Family

Sherry slowly opened her eyes, feeling a dull ache in her head. She blinked a few times, trying to focus on her surroundings. All she could see was a bright, sterile-looking room with white walls and a single window. She's lying in a clean, white bed, hooked up to an IV drip that's connected to her left hand.

‘Where am I?’ Frowning, Sherry thought. She struggled to sit up but was stopped by a sharp pain in her leg. She strained her eyes before finally, she could get a better look at the room.

"Easy there," a voice said. She turned her head to see Levian sitting by her side, looking concerned. "How are you feeling?"

Sherry took a deep breath, trying to collect her thoughts. "I'm okay," she said, though her voice was weak. "Where are we?"

Levian looked at her with a mixture of sadness, regret, and relief. "The Capital hospital is no longer safe," he said. "So I transferred us to a private hospital owned by my grandfather."

Sherry's eyes widened in surprise. "Your grandfather owns a hos