Chapter 192

"Are you up?" Dexter's cold voice came from the armchair not far away, at least five or six steps away from her. There was a certain chill in his tone, making her heart feel inexplicably uneasy.

"You're undergoing acupuncture. Don't move," he explained.

Angela understood now. No wonder her entire body felt uncomfortable. Still, this was fine. At least her personal boundaries had been maintained.

"You hate me so much that you'd rather risk harming yourself than..." Dexter's voice trailed off, his words tinged with confusion.

Angela froze for a moment, but she didn't respond. Her silence spoke for itself.

"As for Grandpa, I'll explain everything to him. Don't worry, this kind of thing won't happen again," Dexter said after waiting a while for her answer that never came. Then, he stood and left.

The spacious room quickly fell into silence.

Angela felt a faint sense of loss, but it didn't matter. She told herself there were plenty of fish in the sea; she didn't have anything to fear.

...

I don't know what he ate or if he was poisoned, but he has been in bad condition for two days. I'm afraid he

to be in stable condition under the care of the doctor, taking

Angela drove herself to

waiting at the hospital's entrance. When he saw her signature silver

a spin later, will you? I feel like going out for some fun," he said with a grin, his mindset still

glare. "Dad's half-dead in there, and you still have the nerve to talk about joyrides? Do you

how you live a blessed life. Besides, if I sulked, would it make Dad's

ve

caught sight of Zack, who was lost in his own little world, grinning so wide that

father's on the brink of death, and you're still smiling? Get out

Zack was speechless.

truly are cruel, aren't you? Are you

How did I

his sunken eyes. He looked as if he wanted to strangle her right

steps closer, scrutinizing the gaunt-faced man before her. Something felt off,

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