Jessica Lawrence had transmigrated.

Into the body of a real heiress just brought back by a rich family.

The original girl had been timid and soft, treated like a walking blood bank. In the end, they drained her so much she passed out and died.

Same name, same face—but Jessica? She’d never let herself go out like that.

The sharp smell of disinfectant stung her nose. Ugh. Hospitals. She'd always hated these places.

Two nurses chatted nearby, their voices way too close.

“Isn’t this basically a medical error? She was already half-dead and Lily was still drawing blood. And now this happens. I heard she’s some rich family’s daughter. What if they come after Lily for this?”

“Come on, it was her own family who told us to keep drawing. You know how these rich folks are. Just got brought home—think the fake heiress would go easy on her? Let’s just stick to our job and go.”

Jessica tried to wake up, but her eyelids felt like they weighed a ton. It took all she had to crack them open.

With her mind clearing up, she reached out—barely—grabbing the wrist of the nurse who was about to leave.

“Ahh!!”

The cold touch shocked the nurse into a scream. She spun around, eyes wide to see Jessica awake.

The girl clearly didn’t have much strength. The nurse yanked herself free easily.

“My phone,” Jessica said.

Still shaken, the nurse frowned. “We’re not allowed to bring phones while working.”

Jessica met her gaze, her eyes dark and steady, voice cold enough to make someone flinch. “Then go get one.”

The nurse gave a dry laugh. “If you’re asking for something, maybe try not using that tone?”

“I’m the daughter of the Carter family,” Jessica said lightly, like she was just giving a casual heads-up.

But the nurse wasn’t impressed. “So what? Rich or not, dead people can’t talk. You think being a Carter means anything here?”

Another nurse, clearly feeling awkward, rushed off and brought a phone to Jessica, nudging her coworker to shut up.

Jessica took the phone, dialed straight away, and spoke clearly, “Grandma, it’s me—Jessica.”In just twenty minutes, the entire floor had been cleared—empty and quiet. Now, the once-deserted space was packed with men in sleek black suits. The air was thick with silent tension.

Jessica Lawrence was seated on the couch beside Mrs. Carter.

Her face was as pale as before, the oversized hospital gown making her look even more fragile. But the sharpness hidden in her eyes? That was chilling.

The nurse who had argued with Jessica earlier now stood in front of her, head lowered, not daring to meet her gaze.

“Hit her.”

Jessica's voice was calm, almost lazy, as if she couldn’t be bothered to care.

Without hesitation, a bodyguard stepped up and slapped the nurse hard. The strike rang out, stinging with cold force.

As he raised his hand for a second hit, the nurse screamed, “You can’t just hit me like that!”

Jessica let out a soft laugh, eyes full of disdain. “I can. I’m a Carter.”

In the capital, that name meant power.

Yes, the nurse had been rude, but Jessica didn’t care about being "reasonable." She wanted everyone to know who held the leash.

She had a thing for watching people glare at her with hatred they couldn’t act on.

People said she was twisted.

Maybe they weren’t wrong.

The nurse struggled as two bodyguards held her tight, her eyes filled with rage. “You’ll die a horrible death!”

“Thanks,” Jessica said calmly, like the words didn’t bother her. She had literally died once already.

More slaps followed, and the nurse’s cheek swelled and reddened visibly.

While that happened, Mrs. Carter leaned in and whispered to Jessica, “I just got back and the first thing I hear is that you’re in the hospital. What’s going on?”

Jessica’s eyes lowered slightly, her face unreadable. She just gave a lazy smirk. “None of the people responsible are getting away.”

Mrs. Carter looked at the blood-streaked nurse with a frown. “I brought you back for a reason. If anyone dares mess with you again, you tell me right away. I’ll make sure they pay.”

Jessica gave a small nod. “This part I can handle. You just got back, you should rest.”

Mrs. Carter thought about it for a moment, then nodded. “Alright. Call me if anything happens.”

She left Jessica with twenty bodyguards before walking out.

Jessica raised her hand, signaling them to stop. The nurse collapsed onto the ground like a deflated balloon, dazed and bleeding from the corner of her mouth.

Then—bam! The door flew open from outside.

Isla Carter strode in.