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 a refugee wandering on the

on Ethan's face. Where did the

up in such a state after being sent

and looked at Marcos. His wretchedness stood in stark contrast

really close. They merely maintained a facade of harmony for the sake of Old Master Abaza and the

displeased when Marcos happened to see him in such a state. He questioned in an annoyed tone, "What

with a calm expression on his face and said, "He asked me

the police officer who was assigned to watch Matysh could only understand English. As he was concerned that they might be

Matysh glared at him.

not good at it. However, this man

believed that he was superior to Marcos.

contrast with Marcos. He was disheveled and haggard. It was a big blow to his sense of

refused to accept the

at Ethan. His family had asked him to be his defense

he bring him here to laugh

Matysh glared at him that way. He wondered if he

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

help without understanding the

the incident of breaking into someone's home and injuring the owners." Ethan straightened out his attitude, understanding that regardless of whether bringing

initially wanted to see the case file provided by

be so careless. They detained a foreigner, yet they did not even bother to prepare a translated case file. They claimed that their translator was on sick

was outside, translating those

intention of discussing the previous events,

the police officers came looking for him was not because of the home invasion case

happened a couple of years ago. If the police had not brought it up, he would not have remembered the

to such an act, but the evidence against him was

had been waiting for

but the first thing he did had

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