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?"

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

this woman off the

Zoey, who was still unconscious at his

of what Mia had gone through,

look into

Mia heard those two talking! Hand

remained silent, and Sharon's tone softened a

sent her over; let her stay with you for a

only you can

faded, the doorbell echoed through the

could reply, the maid had already

to Mia's ordeal, the maid found

over her swollen eyes, Mia switched shoes at the

gaze fell on Zoey, who was leaning against

she charged

our house?! I'll kill her! I'll kill

past two days,

nearby vase, Mia hurled it at Zoey without

up, Fitch

Mia struggled fiercely.

I'll kill her! I'll

grating, like nails

the commotion, her vision blurry as she saw

twisted with rage, teeth

go,

ruined my

connected to an IV, felt her

push Mia away but was too weak to

Zoey's neck; she was consumed

death, one’s unexpected strength

away, only to receive a

glared, seething, "You

cheek, found the situation absurd. Was she in debt to

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