Right Person, Wrong Time

After Wendy had breakfast, Colton and Nicole brought her to a medical research center. Her blood was drawn, and she had to do various physical checks until 4.00PM.

Wendy stayed rooted to the spot with her head hung low. When she caught sight of the austere expression on Colton's face, she carefully tugged on Nicole's sleeve and asked quietly, "Nicole, is Colton angry?"

Nicole noticed her meek demeanor. So, she ran her fingers through Wendy's hair gently and comforted her, "It's alright. Colton is just furious at the people who kidnapped you."

Wendy looked down guiltily and grabbed the hem of her shirt. Her lips were pursed into a tight line as she mumbled, "It's all my fault. If I hadn't insisted on going out, this wouldn't have happened."

"Colton! What's going on? I heard the doctor say that Wendy's here for a body checkup." Beryl came dashing in. It was obvious he had run all the way here as he was panting while sweat dripped off his forehead.

However, he immediately shut up when he saw that Wendy was there and forced himself to swallow any other questions from escaping his lips.

"It's alright. We'll just wait for the results tomorrow morning. Nicole, why don't you take Wendy home for now? I've got some things to discuss with Beryl." Colton instructed calmly. It was apparent he was suppressing his emotions.

Nicole nodded in understanding and held Wendy's hand. "Let's go, Wendy. It's alright."

After both girls left, Beryl took a big step forward and gripped Colton's arm before asking, "What's this? You even did a blood test. Did that punk, Jerry, inject drugs into Wendy?" his voice trembled as he thought of that.

He had worked in the intelligence industry for many years and came across several drug addicts. Some had only gotten into such a habit out of curiosity, some were purely reckless with their lives, and some accidentally came into contact with it. It didn't matter how they started; their lives would almost always undoubtedly end in ruins in the end.

Even though the Gardner Family was wealthy, and Wendy wouldn't become bankrupt if she picked up such a habit, it would still take a toll on her body. The drugs will slowly cause her body to become weaker both physically and mentally.

"Nicole found a puncture wound in Wendy's arm, but Wendy said it was just from an empty needle. I'm worried that she might have contracted something by accident. So, we decided to do a checkup just in case," Colton explained gloomily.

If Jerry did indeed inject something into Wendy… His death sentence would only arrive sooner rather than later.

"F*ck!" Beryl couldn't help but curse as he punched the wall with a loud thud. His brows furrowed tightly as he growled, "That f*cker! Isn't he afraid that I will blow up his base!"

Colton raised a brow at Beryl's agitated state and asked, "Wendy's my sister. Why are you so worked up?"