Guilt overwhelmed him at the thought of his much- adored woman being tortured by others, and he felt like he was the cause of it.

If he couldn't forgive himself, how could Joanne? �Whoever starts the problem should end it. I know you want to take this slow and plan things out, but I think I'm the only one who can resolve this." Quinton knew that Renee was only trying to help, but he had to face the issue on his own.

"Fine, we'll go together then. I won't stop you." Renee nodded, reassured by his calmness and rationality.

They then went to Joanne's hospital by car.

This hospital was a high-end private hospital that only catered to the rich, and ordinary people couldn't even get close to it.

Stefan had pulled strings and placed Joanne there secretly.

Renee had only visited Joanne once when she was in acoma and the doctors had been trying to save her, and she was curious about Joanne's current condition.

Renee soon found Joanne's attending doctor.

"Doctor, may I know where the patient in ward 1206 is? Did she move to another ward?" She

remembered Joanne's ward, which happened to be on the same floor as Quinton's former ward.

However, both Quinton and Joanne had never got to see each other even if they were only a few dozen meters apart.

The doctor was not surprised by Renee and Quinton's visit, and even seemed as if he had been waiting for them.

He adjusted his glasses and told them calmly, "You're late� Miss Garcia has already been discharged from the hospital."

"What? She's been discharged?" Renee spluttered, feeling her hope fade.

"Wasn't her case pretty serious? I heard that she has to be hospitalized for at least three months, and it's only been around two weeks since then. Why was she discharged? Can her body take that?"

"Well, I couldn't say anything since it was the patient's choice. I did try to dissuade her, but she insisted. I can only respect her wishes." "It was her idea?" Renee's confusion grew deeper.

"Are you saying that Joanne is awake? Did she recover well? Is she out of danger?" She recalled that Joanne's case was much more serious than Quinton's.

When Joanne arrived at the hospital, she was admitted to the ICU and was in a coma. Even the doctor hadn't known when she would wake up. Since Joanne had asked to leave, it meant that her condition was better.

To Renee, it was good news too.

"Miss Garcia recovered fine, but she would be better if she stayed for treatment. She has too many injuries, new and old, and the incision on her abdomen is too large. It'll be lifelong damage if she doesn't take good care of it. If it were up to me, I would've never let her leave so soon..." The doctor sighed heavily.

Out of all his patients, Joanne had been the most pitiful. He couldn't imagine why a frail woman like her would have so many scars, cuts, scratches, and cigarette burns.

"It's already a miracle that she survived, but she's really pushing her luck by leaving the hospital like this," the doctor muttered, looking concerned.

Quinton had been unusually quiet, and he dug his nails into his palms as he choked out, "When did she ask to leave?" "Yesterday, at half past ten in the morning," the doctor replied.

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