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.

her right hand holding 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

in her mind.

would stop, her expression heavy with frustration, as

apartment was tranquil, with only the faint sound of her erasing the

Suddenly, a

phone ringing

shocked, and the marker in her hand fell to the floor.

high aler. She immediately grabbed the eraser and wiped all

on the sofa beside her, bent down to retrieve the marker that

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

and yanked

it, her expression turned

over, revealing a reflective lens. It was another camera.

she had found earlier. Was it another

phone on the TV cabinet continued

clenched the newly found red camera

button, her hoarse voice sofily utering the

unfamiliar male voice responded, “Hello, I’m Matthew Rowen, the chief doctor previously in charge of

I was the one responsible for you when

Stephanie

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when she was rushed into