Chapter 107
The results of Emily Smith's foot examination came back. Fortunately, there was no fracture—just a ligament sprain.
The doctor instructed her not to put weight on her left foot for two weeks and to avoid walking as much as possible.
The hospital prescribed anti-inflammatory medication and topical ointment, along with a pair of crutches for emergencies.
After leaving the hospital, Mia Harris accompanied her to the university dormitory to pack her belongings.
The luggage couldn't be taken to William Johnson's place, so it had to be stored temporarily in the small rented apartment Emily had been living in.
Mia frowned the moment she saw the shabby rental. She insisted Emily find a better place to stay.
As it happened, Mia owned an empty apartment in a nearby upscale neighborhood and insisted Emily move in.
"I can't live there for free," Emily said firmly.
"Fine," Mia said, an idea striking her. "Pay me two thousand in rent each month. You take the master bedroom, and I'll keep the spare for when I visit. Deal?"
Emily finally smiled and nodded. But with her injured foot, moving would have to wait until she recovered.
Since they'd decided on the move, there was no point leaving the luggage in the old apartment.
Mia suggested taking everything back to the Harris residence first and retrieving it when they were ready to move.
Emily agreed, and the two returned to the Harris home together.
As longtime friends, Emily had visited the Harris household often.
Mia's parents had always liked the well-mannered young woman, and after learning about her family's hardships, they'd grown even more fond of her.
Seeing her again after over a year, they were delighted and asked the kitchen to prepare several of her favorite dishes.
Dinner ended close to nine. Mia wanted Emily to stay the night, but Emily insisted on returning to Jinzhou Bay No. 1.
She needed to speak with William face-to-face.
"At least let the driver take you," Mia relented, unable to change her mind.
The black sedan pulled up slowly at the gates of Jinzhou Bay No. 1.
Emily thanked the driver and stepped out, leaning on her crutches as she approached the security checkpoint.
When she tried facial recognition, the system displayed: "Identity not found."
She adjusted her angle and tried again—still no success.
A new security guard approached. "Miss, which resident are you here to see?"
"I live in Unit 6701, but the system won't recognize me," she said, frowning in confusion.
Just then, another resident passed by. Their face was instantly scanned and approved.
The guard's expression turned wary. "Please have the resident contact the concierge to escort you in. Otherwise, you'll need to leave."
Emily stepped aside and dialed the number for the concierge, Song Yan.
The call rang for a long time before being answered. The voice on the other end was cold. "What is it, Miss Smith?"
"Ms. Song, I can't get through the gate with facial recognition. Could you come and let me in?"
A soft laugh came through the line. "Mr. Johnson has already revoked your access privileges. Didn't he tell you?"
Emily's fingers tightened around the phone.