I reminded him coldly,
“Don’t forget tomorrow, the court. Or would you prefer your mother to hear all about the half order?”
“Hmph!” Daniel shot me a venomous glare, then left with Emma.
Past midnight, I lay awake, waiting for tomorrow to come. I had endured life with this hypocritical man long enough. I wanted freedom. The secret of that half order no longer mattered to me.
Just as I was drifting into sleep, I heard the sound of my hospital room door being forced open.
Confused, I thought—did I call the nurses?
But then, a group of menacing figures burst in, and my blood froze.
“Who are you? This is a hospital. Leave immediately, or I’ll call security!”
I barked, trying to sound firm.
They only sneered.
“Sweetheart, already pretending you don’t know my voice?”
That voice—it was the same one from the kidnapping call.
My body went cold.
“You… who are you? I don’t know you! Get out!”
The leader, a scruffy vagrant-looking man, smirked.
“Don’t play dumb. You know exactly who we are. And screaming won’t help. We already drugged the nurses. Tonight, no one will save you.”
“Last time, you survived the crash. This time, we’ll make sure you don’t.”
My face drained of color.