She Called Her a “Servant” and Had Her Thrown to the Hospital Floor — She Never Imagined the Woman Bleeding Beside Her Would Be the One to End Her Empire Chapter One: The Sound That Doesn’t Belong

Cassandra had seen only disrespect.

Before Ava could speak, Cassandra yanked the aluminum clipboard from her hands, the force enough to twist Ava’s injured knee. Then, with both palms pressed flat against Ava’s chest, Cassandra shoved.

Hard.

Now the corridor was silent except for Cassandra’s breathing and the slow drip of blood from Ava’s scraped knuckles onto the floor.

“You people are unbelievable,” Cassandra spat, glaring down at her. “Do you have any idea who I am? This wing exists because of families like mine. And you—” she gestured with disgust at Ava’s navy scrubs, “—you walk around like you own the place. Servants should know their space.”