Li is horrified to see Luna bring Katie back with a serious head injury, a shocking surgery

The storm had passed, or so everyone believed. But Luna was only beginning her descent into chaos. The Forester family was shattered, the hospital wing stretched beyond capacity, and Luna stood amidst the wreckage—not with remorse or fear, but with a chilling satisfaction. Her plan had unfolded with surgical precision, every move calculated, every piece falling exactly where she intended. And she was far from finished.

Lee Finnegan wiped the sweat from her brow, her hands stained with blood as she stared at the surgical monitor in the trauma bay. Katie Logan lay unconscious, her head battered, her life hanging by a thread. The cause? Luna. A sudden, unprovoked attack that defied logic but made perfect sense when viewed from a distance. This was no random act of violence. It was a carefully orchestrated strike.

Across the sterile corridor, Sheila Carter’s eyes narrowed like a serpent ready to strike. “She’s yours,” Sheila hissed, voice low and venomous. “Your niece, your blood. Don’t pretend you don’t know what she’s become.”