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After dinner, Troy Ritter drove away. Eleanor Gomez and Veronica Murphy accompanied him to the elevator, watching him enter before returning to Veronica Murphy’s room.

Once inside the room, Eleanor Gomez tossed her crutches aside and hobbled over to the sofa. She reached out and picked up the fruit knife on the table, pressing the button and causing the blade to spring out.

She propped up her plastered leg on the table and began scratching at the cast with the fruit knife. Observing this, Veronica Murphy furrowed her brow and asked, “What are you doing?”

“This thing is so heavy and uncomfortable to wear,” Eleanor Gomez replied. “You have a broken leg, are you out of your mind?”

“Tsk, it’s not a big deal. When I was a child in the hidden clan, I fell off horses every few days. I’ve broken bones countless times. It’s not that significant.”

“Then why did you…” Veronica Murphy reached out and touched her nose, puzzled. “Who were you pretending for?”

Eleanor Gomez continued scratching at the cast with the fruit knife, tilting her head to look at Veronica Murphy. “For your boyfriend.”

Veronica Murphy: “…” What kind of scheme is this?

Swish, swish…

echoed in the living room,

her concern. “You should still go to the hospital. It wouldn’t

“I’m not that foolish.”

effort and over

shook her previously injured leg, and said, “Tsk tsk, it feels so good without the cast.” This scene surprised Veronica

moment, suddenly realizing something. She stood

be bedridden for a hundred days

this recovery too

help but laugh. “I’ve always healed faster than normal people when I was a child. If it weren’t for

be more obedient. Little did they know that it was all an act by Eleanor Gomez. Veronica Murphy had no words to respond and could only give her a

need to

living room. Veronica Murphy

won’t get lost. I’ll contact you if anything comes up,” Eleanor Gomez