She wrinkled her nose and turned around, only to find Arnold leaning against the door, a smirk playing on his lips.

"You're not getting any younger. Don't drink yourself to death."

He smirked. "Taking care of me, huh? What have I done to deserve this?"

Josie glared at him, pulling out a voice recorder from her bag. "I'm just afraid that if you die, there'll be no one to give me the medicine."

Arnold's gaze fell upon the object in her hand, "It seems you have seen Paul's frail state."

"Indeed. Thanks to you, I had no choice but to coax the words out of Dexter."

Josie pressed the play button on the voice recorder, and a somewhat muffled voice began to echo out.

The scene was from the previous night when she had finished writing the proposal on the balcony. Dexter had poured her a cup of warm water, and they had exchanged a few words about Grape. Then, with some hesitation, Josie asked, "I remember that you almost apprehended Edward two years ago. Didn't the authorities care? He is a serious criminal after all."

Dexter was very cautious. "Why do you suddenly ask this?"

evasively, "After seeing Arnold this time,

can tell you is that he's no longer under my

a series of footsteps followed, marking the

thoughts. "Did you come to me this early in the morning just to have me listen

"Of course not."

pressed play on the second

distant as he was

investigate what

matter, Mr.

me about Edward, which makes me

for Arnold, would she?

me more than once, let alone when the cunning Arnold is

the group that tried to break him out two years ago didn't succeed, but it

in the playback, Josie looked up, intently

if he was discerning the authenticity of the

long will it take for them

go over the mountains of Southern

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