“Sure.” Joyce agreed, laughing.

Thereafter, Natalie and Connor followed Joyce to the communal kitchen next door. It was a kitchen solely used by patient’s family members to cook.

The trio left, leaving Stanley alone in the ward. He reached for his phone next to the pillow, his face somber as he made a call.

The call connected in one ring. A woman’s gentle yet gloating voice sounded. “You’re awake?”

“Was it you?”

The woman pretended as if she didn’t understand and said, “What are you talking about, Dr. Quinn? What was me?”

“You were the one who did something to the brakes of the car!” Stanley clutched onto the phone tightly, his voice cold.

The woman sighed. “I can’t hide anything from you.” She paused and let out a giggle. “But it was for your own good. Didn’t you say you wanted Natalie to feel guilty? If you hurt yourself, you’ll be able to be with her. However, a slight injury wouldn’t suffice. That’s why I thought the more severe the injury, the better!”

believe your nonsense?” he interrupted in a fierce voice. “You’re the one who

immediately quietened

 

to snap it in half. “I suggest you best forget about it. Do you think you’ll be fine as long as you end my life? Shall we bet? Once I’m dead, the evidence will immediately turn up on the internet. Not only those about Nat, but I’ll reveal

that moment, Natalie pushed the door open and

 

put down the phone in his hand and composed himself. “Nat, is the soup

I’m only here to grab my bag,” Natalie

bag on her shoulder, Stanley

call from the supervisor of the textile mill studio. He said something went wrong while manufacturing the clothes, so I’m going to take a

road.” Stanley waved a hand

it. I’ll come back later.” Having said that,

she had to

Association to watch the previous elimination rounds. With all that workload, she

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