The doctor arrived swiftly, pumping her stomach, prescribing medications, hooking her up to an IV, and asking someone to heat up

a bowl of plain oatmeal.

"Mr. Haskins, her stomach condition is quite severe," the doctor warned in a clinical yet concerned tone. "For the next few months,

she should steer clear of anything spicy. For one month, she'd better only take in oatmeal, nothing rich or heavy."

Fitch wasn't sure whether he took in the doctor's words, his gaze lingering on Zoey's slender wrist.

When had her wrists gotten so thin that the veins stood out stark against her pale skin?

"Got it."

His response was tinged with impatience.

No sooner had the doctor left than his phone blared to life; it was a call from his mother, Sharon.

"Where are they?! Where the hell are they?! I want them locked up for good!"

Sharon's fury was palpable. She had always doted on Mia, her daughter, and now, knowing she was in trouble, she'd gladly tear

Zoey's family apart.

She'd been caring for Mia all day. Mia hadn't been causing a fuss, but nightmares plagued her, waking her up, claiming that she

was ruined.

Sharon was ready to rip Zoey's family limb from limb.

"Fitch, what about those two? Don't hand them over to the cops. I want them to suffer."

"My guys are on it."

Sharon breathed a sigh of relief, her teeth nearly grinding to dust. "And Zoey? Mia said she was behind it all. Where is she?"

incident had Zoey's fingerprints all over it, and now she was involved

this woman

drifted to Zoey, who was still unconscious at

gone through, he gently pushed

look

further, Mia heard those two talking! Hand Zoey over to me, or

Sharon's tone softened

you the most. I've sent her over; let her stay with you for a

you can

faded, the doorbell echoed through the

Fitch could reply, the maid had already opened

maid found

her swollen eyes, Mia switched shoes at the door and called

on Zoey, who was leaning

she charged like a

Fitch, why is this bitch in our house?!

eerily quiet these past two days,

a nearby vase, Mia hurled it at Zoey

Fitch

Mia struggled fiercely.

I'll kill

were shrill and grating, like nails

stirred awake amidst the commotion, her vision

rage, teeth sinking into Fitch's

let go, and Mia lunged

ruined my

an IV,

but was too weak to

streaming, tightened her grip on Zoey's neck; she

and death, one’s unexpected strength can

Mia away, only to receive a stinging

"You

her cheek, found the situation absurd. Was she in debt to the Haskins from a past

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