“Sure.” Joyce agreed, laughing.

Thereafter, Natalie and Connor followed Joyce to the communal kitchen next door. It was a kitchen solely used by patient's family members to cook.

The trio left, leaving Stanley alone in the ward. He reached for his phone next to the pillow, his face somber as he made a call.

The call connected in one ring. A woman's gentle yet gloating voice sounded. “You're awake?”

“Was it you?”

The woman pretended as if she didn't understand and said, “What are you talking about, Dr. Quinn? What was me?”

“You were the one who did something to the brakes of the car!” Stanley clutched onto the phone tightly, his voice cold.

The woman sighed. “I can't hide anything from you.” She paused and let out a giggle. “But it was for your own good. Didn't you say you wanted Natalie to feel guilty? If you hurt yourself, you'll be able to be with her. However, a slight injury wouldn't suffice. That's why I thought the more severe the injury, the better!”

he interrupted in a fierce voice. “You're the one who wants my life because I

woman immediately quietened

“I suggest you best forget about it. Do you think you'll be fine as long as you end my life? Shall we bet? Once I'm dead, the evidence

the door

in his hand

here to grab my bag,” Natalie said, heading toward the

her shoulder, Stanley pursed his lips. “Are you

from the supervisor of the textile mill studio. He said something went wrong while

careful on the road.” Stanley waved a hand

got it. I'll come back later.” Having said that, Natalie took Connor's hand and left

the afternoon, she had to help draw and edit blueprints for the other designers. Thereafter, she had to go to the textile mill to

the previous elimination rounds. With all that workload, she had lost

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