Chapter 92

When Sylvia woke up, everything before her eyes was still pitch dark. But gradually, dots of light appeared, followed by blurred figures. That's when Freya showed up.

By now, Sylvia could see clearly. She was just teasing Freya a moment ago, payback for spiking her milk.

Sylvia put down her finger and took a bite of a bagel. "You all go on, I'm fine now."

"But Freya..." Billie was worried, silently pointing towards the door.

"We're in a hospital. She wouldn't dare do anything."

"Okay then."

The three of them tidied up a bit and left the hospital room.

As soon as they left, Freya returned, her expression now calm, though a sinister smile played on her lips.

Sylvia pretended not to notice.

"Sylvia, the weather's so nice outside. How about I help you go for a walk? It might help you relax, and who knows, you might recover faster."

Freya walked over to the bed and, without waiting for a response, lifted Sylvia's blanket. Ignoring her blindness entirely, she began dragging Sylvia out of bed. Sylvia didn't resist, letting her lead the way out of the room.

"Freya, slow down. I can't see."

worry, I've

bother hiding the mocking smirk on her

sensed that Freya was up

Freya led her into the hospital's garden. Eventually, they reached

letting go of Sylvia's

to grab you a jacket. Wait here, I'll go get

can't see.

worry, I'll be

off ominously as she

by the pond,

early morning garden was deserted, a chilly breeze sweeping

shivering slightly, looking

the pond. Then,

approached

the fox had finally

lifted to push her, Sylvia moved

into a strong chest. The arms wrapped tightly around

could react to the pain, a splash

Freya was floundering in

any attention, staring at the man before her

was he doing

she was supposed to be blind. Quickly lowering

out of

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