Whitney stood rooted to the spot, confused by his odd reaction.

It was a song she had composed a long time ago.

The man squinted his deep–set eyes, remembering the girl who had saved him. To calm his hysterical fits, she had hummed a soothing lullaby while performing acupuncture, which closely resembled this tune.

Suddenly, he asked again, “Are you trained in medicine?”

Whitney frowned. She had promised her mother to keep her knowledge of medicine a secret for self–preservation, so she had not revealed it to anyone except Tiana.

But why would he ask that?

“No,” she denied instinctively.

The profound ripples in the man’s eyes faded away.

He ended the conversation. “You should get some sleep. Leave everything else to me.”

questions in her mind but

In the study.

deadly intent. He called Nolan, his voice icy, “Here’s your chance to make amends. Take Whitney’s father and stepmother and beat them senseless. They

do wrong?” Nolan was

was meeting Preston tonight. You misled me, made me misunderstand

hung up the phone, still

time, in the

the bruises on her back. Then,

heard you were beaten up by some guys at the

Whitney instinctively

ordeal.

a false pregnancy scare, and you were

Monica wanted revenge. She released the video to cover up her own embarrassment with the scandal of my miscarriage

competition.”

just watch me!”

Late at night.

home from a social

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