It was when a sharp pain shot through her hand and it felt as though a needle was piercing her vein did Mandy finally realize that Rain was giving her an injection!

A sense of fear rose from the soles of her feet and ascended to the top of her head.

Could it be that this woman was really capable of murdering someone?

Did she run out of patience and decide to poison and kill her?

Rain skillfully completed the procedure. Then, she chuckled and patted Mandy's cheek. She did it gently this time. "Do you think that starving yourself can force us to release you? Don't worry, I have IV drips that can sustain your life. You won't die! If you refuse to tell me the truth, I'll continue to give you drips until they aren't enough to keep you alive. Then, I'll insert a feeding tube through your nose and give you liquid food. That's how patients in vegetative states survive. You're destined to live."

Mandy felt despair. She did not expect Rain to be so cruel.

The idea that she just came up with was countered by her right away.

Moreover, Rain acted without hesitation. She did not even give her a chance to negotiate.

Rain said to the person beside her, "Someone will be coming to do a shift handover with you shortly. Remember to remind them to come in every hour and confirm whether Ms. Sanders is still alive or not. Oh, by the way, when the IV drip finishes, remove the needle for her to avoid blood backflow. She's too weak now."

Rain turned around and left after giving her instructions.

She sat in the living room. She furrowed her brows while reporting to Luke, "Mandy still refuses to say anything."

A person who feared death was afraid of going to prison too.

However, Mandy had not truly experienced a near-death encounter yet. She probably would not confess that easily and risk being thrown into prison.

"Keep going," replied Luke.

Mandy must confess everything.

In A City's detention center, Marcos and Ethan were sitting on the chairs. According to the laws of A City, family members were not allowed to visit someone who had been detained. Hence, Marcos did not come to visit Matysh as his nephew but as Ethan's assistant.

The police officers in the detention center escorted Matysh to the room.

hair was messy. Apart from his relatively clean cheeks, he looked like

expression on Ethan's face. Where did the Matysh who was full of vigor

he end up in such a state after being sent to the detention center?

and looked at Marcos. His wretchedness stood in stark contrast to Marcos' glamorous

merely maintained a facade of harmony for the sake of Old Master Abaza and the family's reputation. Their hearts

Marcos happened to see him in such a state. He

expression

police officer who was assigned to watch Matysh could only understand English. As he was concerned that they might be discussing some unfavorable information,

Matysh glared at him.

this man insisted that he spoke English. Would that not be another embarrassing moment in front

was superior to Marcos. After all, their bloodline and

disheveled and haggard. It

refused to accept the current state

had asked him to be his defense attorney. Why did he bring Marcos

him here to laugh

Matysh glared at him that way. He wondered if he

nephew and he was here to help him in his time of

he help

all the documents from the police, but they're currently being translated. I'd like to hear about what happened at that time and the incident of breaking into someone's home and injuring the owners." Ethan straightened out his attitude, understanding that regardless of whether bringing Marcos was the right or wrong thing to

wanted to see the case file provided

did not expect the detention center in A City to be so careless. They detained a foreigner, yet they did

translator was outside, translating those case

discussing the previous events, especially not

the police officers came looking for him was not because of

the police had not brought it up, he would not have

never admit to such an

waiting for

the first thing he

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