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Chapter 4

Word Count: 1168    |    Released on: 23/12/2025

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one screen went dark. My eyes he

breaking down-th

you have to use t

yn, did you wa

ld die for

dying woman," walk step by step

d down and wait until you grow ov

hell myself and drag

had to find the

inger hovering over a number.

a huge fight with

t man will chew you up a

became a

only once bef

enn

er, but with a trace of conc

sing in my throat. "Au

ce was firm, wit

. Bypass Vincent and his cousin.

second silence o

?" She went straigh

ring, "find me a top-notch private

'll have the investigator's contact within thirty mi

"the Lewis family does not go down without

all e

an encrypted message arr

. Larson." The voice w

e my husband brings me daily. Its composition and source. Second, 24/7 surveillanc

leted all call logs and messag

ce of my game

, Vincent arrive

high spirits, a suppr

erful night with Cathr

d, helped me sit up with practiced ease, and

u feeling today? Sl

eakness, shaking my

o good. No st

eyes full of feigned concern

chemo hitting you hard again?

ith timid eyes. "Don't bother him... I just...

f weaknes

insist on the doctor, just brought o

first. It's good for you. Y

ul-smelling dregs, I fough

ly pulled a pre-prepared small, clea

ful, blew on it, and

d my head sharply and spit a small portion of the medicinal residue into my pa

seemed to notice so

ack instantly, forcing a weak

ntler tone. "Be good. Good medicine is bitter.

ng to me lik

gust in my heart, I drank down

and started chattering about funny thing

nding to be drowsy, keeping

y confirming I was asleep, then stood up

t in the silent room, it

ow is definitely ours. Just focus on

derness and affection I

a thing. Don't overthink it, okay? What

said months. Just be patient a little longer

I tasted blood to kee

at by my bed a while l

out my phone and sent a messa

ay, I will go to the garde

s, I felt compl

n going for a walk in the hospita

couldn't d

n was mos

and hid the small ziploc

h cart over, unhurried. He pretended to sweep leaves near my

e contact the

ready. I just need

e Vincent completely beli

convincing performance of my

incent came bac

a spoonful

, I suddenly clutched my chest

ed, dropping the bo

s the

, coughing as if m

, a shocking, vivid red stain

at the blood, f

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