“Since you’re in such a hurry to die, why don’t you just stab yourself and end it? Why go to the trouble of jumping off a building and causing a scene?” A man’s voice rang out. It was filled with contempt.

“I wanted to stab—” Suddenly, Sage Joyner found that something was wrong with what Ian Holcomb had said. When had she jumped off a building?

“You’re finally awake, Mrs. Holcomb.” The housekeeper, Wanda May, came over with a glass of water and some pills. “Does your head hurt? The doctor said you have minor symptoms of a concussion and prescribed some medication for you. Do you want to take it now?”

Sage didn’t answer. She found that she was lying on a bed in a spacious bedroom. From the furnishings, it seemed to be the master bedroom at the Holcomb residence.

She hadn’t seen the inside of this place since being sent to a mental institution two years ago. Could Ian have suddenly brought her home?

No, something was wrong.

Even if she’d made it out alive, there was no way she hadn’t

There weren’t any injuries on her chest! Instead, her head and wrist had been wrapped

morphed from suffering to shock. His patience ran out. “Find yourself a taller place next time if you still wanna

he strode out

body. After spending two years at the mental

wounds and bruises the carers and patients at the mental

she was saddened by Ian’s words and tried to

urgently. She was still reeling from what

confused look. “It’s Ms. Shekdotter’s birthday. You heard about Mr. Holcomb celebrating her birthday for

despite knowing Wanda had misunderstood her. She quickly glanced around and grabbed her phone from the bedside table. The date was three

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