Crossroads

Chapter 255

Today, Stephanie was home alone,

She sat at the dining table, sipping a large glass of milk with a seemingly natural demeanor. As Molly left and closed the door, Stephanie immediately put down her breakfast. In truth, she was suffering from stomach acid and couldn’t eat. She was just pretending.

She was expressionless as she quickly stood up and walked to the balcony. She brought an extendable aluminum ladder into the apartment.

Stephanie placed the ladder against the cast wall of the living room, climbed up, and defily removed a black, thumb–sized device from a hidden comer of the ceiling.

She then found three more identical devices in the other corners of the living room. These were wireless surveillance cameras

Stephanie knew that the living room, her guest room, and even the balcony were equipped with these cameras. Apart from the bathroom, there were hardly any blind spots in the apartment.

She didn’t bother searching for the cameras in other places. It seemed unnecessary.

Stephanie threw the four small electronic devices from the living room into the trash, returned the ladder to the balcony, and found a 90×60 cm whiteboard, a whiteboard marker, and an eraser from a storage cabinet by the balcony.

Sitting on the sofa, she placed the whiteboard on her lap, holding it with her left hand while her right hand sketched

Occasionally, she furrowed her brows, annoyed, and erased everything she had previously drawn, then started over.

“It’s not like this, it’s not like this..” Stephanie muttered to herself

whole.

the marker, she closed her eyes as if forcing herself to recall something. Based on her memory, she swiftly jotted down notes on the whiteboard, including some diagrams and analyses. She was creating a mind map, trying to piece together

in her mind.

she would stop, her expression heavy with frustration, as

the faint sound of her erasing the whiteboard

Suddenly, a

phone ringing broke

to the floor. She turned to look at the phone flashing on

grabbed the eraser and

She placed the whiteboard on the sofa beside her, bent

the potted fern on the left side of the TV cabinet. As she reached for it, her

the marker and yanked the ornament of the

she touched it, her

her demeanor, she flipped the delicate, palm–sized ornament over, revealing a reflective lens. It was another camera. “How many cameras

camera was different from the ones she had found earlier. Was it

continued to ring incessantly,

unfamiliar caller ID. Her left hand clenched the newly found red camera tightly, her emotions barely contained, squeezing it with all her might. Yet,

answer button, her hoarse voice sofily utering

responded, “Hello, I’m Matthew Rowen, the chief doctor

when you first had the car accident, be continued, trying to

if something had triggered her, Stephanie responded through gritted

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her when she was rushed into the emergency room. How could she ever