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Returning to her room, Kathy retrieved a small shell, norger than a thumb, and ced it gently in Madeline’s hand. “It cost me a considerable amount of money. Feel free to use it if you find yourself in need.”
Kathy offered it without mentioning any exchange. Dependent on Madeline’s assistance for her current living situation, Kathy was willing to invest a bit of money to ensure her ownfort and peace of mind.
Madeline examined the shell in her hand, noting that it appeared to be an ordinary shell, collected from the seaside. She opened the lid carefully and found less than five grams of white powder inside.
“Madeline, whoever you decide to use this on, be careful. It shouldn’t be used all at once, as it could cause significant harm to the body,” Kathy cautioned.
“Understood,” Madeline replied, her voice steady, but her eyes betraying the malice brewing within.
Now, she had to contemte who would serve as her scapegoat. The consequences of her actions would ruin that person’s reputation, just as her own had been tarnished. It felt surreal to Madeline that she had found herself in such a situation.
Meanwhile, at Silver Boulder Private Hospital, just as Spencer had predicted, during their break, the police approached Norah and inquired about the events at the mour Club that night.
Standing in a secluded corner of the corridor with her hands tucked into her pockets, Norah’s gaze remained indifferent as itnded on Kason, who stood behind a police officer. He still wore a ck T-shirt, tight against his muscr frame, with the injured area wrapped in white bandages. A policeman stood at attention behind his wheelchair.
“What would you like to inquire about? Go ahead,” Norah responded, her eyshes fluttering slightly as the corners of her mouth subtly pursed.
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“At that time, you four women were in the private room.”
The policeman asked the same question again. Luckily, Norah had a good memory and calmly repeated her previous statement.
“Does the deceased individual in the private room have any connection to you?”
The policeman suddenly posed a pointed question. Maintaining the sameposed expression, Norah calmly replied, “No. They were murdered by their buddies.”
Her voice quivered slightly as she recounted, “We were hiding inside. When they entered, you had just arrived.” Bowing her head, she confessed, “That’s the extent of my knowledge regarding that evening. Is there anything else you need? I’m willing to cooperate.”
Recalling from previous investigations that Norah, being a doctor, wouldn’t typically exhibit much fear towards the deceased, the police believed she was acting normally. He closed his notebook and said, “Alright, thank you for your cooperation, Miss Wilson.”
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