Right Person, Wrong Time

Nicole examined Wendy's hand and suddenly found a needlestick injury on her wrist.

Nicole's body immediately stiffened at the sight. She didn't think Jerry would dare to use drugs on Wendy!

Her thumb caressed the tiny puncture wounds on Wendy's wrist with a solemn face. After some time, she finally asked seriously, "These holes. When did it happen?"

Panic flashed across Wendy's eyes as she hurriedly hid her hand and stuttered, "N-Nothing happened."

Nicole's face turned austere as she stated, "Wendy, these could be drug needle holes. We should get it checked at the hospital as soon as we see them. This is not a joking matter."

Wendy bit her lips as tears welled up in her eyes. After a long time, she finally explained timidly, "It happened when I was kidnapped. Someone poked me with empty needles. There was nothing inside. I… I thought it wasn't a big deal."

Nicole tightened her hand. Jerry was involved in the ammunition and drugs industry. So, they had to check the needle holes in Wendy's hand no matter what. Frankly, she dreaded the consequences if something was injected into Wendy.

"Wendy, this isn't a trivial matter. Let's have some breakfast. Then, I'll bring you to the hospital for a checkup," Nicole ordered solemnly.

Wendy blinked her eyes in fear and clenched her fist as she bit her lips. "Nicole, am I really drugged? I… I've seen it on TV. My life would be worse than death."

Wendy was only an 18-year-old girl. So, it was natural that she would be nervous about these sorts of things.

Nicole immediately comforted her, "Don't worry, Wendy. Let's do a full body checkup before coming to conclusions. Besides, I'm a medical student and White's apprentice. Nothing bad will happen to you."

Wendy looked down and recalled her willfulness. Even though that needle was empty, it was still scary whenever her mind started replaying that scene in her head.

Nicole didn't continue with the discussion. Instead, she rose to her feet and smoothened the creases on her attire. Before she exited the room, she said, "Wendy, take your time. I'll wait for you downstairs."

Wendy simply answered with a low hum.

Nicole went downstairs to see Colton sitting on the couch holding a cup of coffee and reading a finance magazine.

The morning rays shone in through the huge window and landed on him creating a warm aura around him.

Clomp. Clomp. Clomp. Nicole was wearing slippers as she rushed down the stairs.