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, it all

detain Edward. All I can tell you is that he's no

of footsteps followed, marking the

in the morning just

"Of course not."

on

sound of Dexter's voice seemed somewhat distant as he was engaged in

what Arnold

the matter, Mr.

asked me about Edward,

be working for Arnold, would she? After all, her

hard to say." Dexter scoffed, "She has betrayed me more than once, let alone when

where Edward is being held. Speaking of which, the group that tried to break him out

in the playback, Josie

somewhat distracted, as if he was discerning the

it take for them

over the mountains of Southern Wavery. It

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