Colton was Quinn''s ever-loyal sidekick and was always ready to believe whatever she said. Now he felt a pang of sympathy for her. "Quinn, I''ll figure something out. Worst case, I''ll confront ra and make her confess, then ensure she


    disappears."


    Quinn''s eyes lit up as she sniffled and said, "Colton, I knew you were the one who truly cared about me."


    A warm feeling spread through Colton, making him smile. "If Simon ever lets you down, you know I''m here for you."


    Quinn didn''t give it much weight, fully aware that Simon''s social standing was way above Colton''s. Besides, she asionally spotted the mysterious and


    sophisticated Dn at the Ferguson family events. If she yed her cards right, maybe Dn would fall for her.


    After leaving, Simon couldn''t shake an uneasy feeling. He found himself driving to the asylum where ra was, but he couldn''t bring himself to go in.


    He kept reying the audio from the evening, growing more chilled each time because he recognized the voice of the doctor involved.


    Taking a deep breath, he gripped the steering wheel tightly and quickly tracked down Dr. Gribble''s home. He headed there immediately.


    Dr. Gribble had been on edge all day, waiting for any news about ra. Instead, he was taken aback when a group of bodyguards showed up.


    Before he could say anything, they handed him a check for three million dors, telling him it was to help him relocate abroad.


    Dr. Gribble''s eyes widened, assuming ra had arranged it, and he quickly left with his wife.


    When Simon arrived, he found no one. He swung by the hospital again but still came up empty. Dr. Gribble had vanishedpletely.


    Unable to find anyone, Simon began to doubt the authenticity of the situation. Was the voice recording manipted?


    He handed the recording over to an expert, who soon confirmed, "Quinn''s voice hasn''t been altered. There are no signs of tampering. If you''re still doubtful, you should track down this doctor."


    Simon hung up and tried calling ra again, eager to hear her voice.


    ra''s phone rang, but she was in the bathroom, cleaning up. Her clothes were stained and needed changing.


    Dn noticed the shing screen on her phone, saw the caller ID, and turned it off.


    Simon tried calling several more times, but no one picked up.


    Ten minutester, ra limped out of the bathroom. Her legs, hands, and arms were covered in wounds. She couldn''t get them wet or stay in the bathroom too long.


    It wasn''t her first time in Dn''s bathroom; she had epted her role as a temporary sleep aid and now felt at ease.


    She picked up her phone, saw Simon''s missed calls, and furrowed her brow; she considered calling back until Dn''s voice broke her concentration.


    "I''m going to sleep."


    ra immediately set the phone down. "Alright, Mr. Dn, guess it''s time for this sleep aid to do its thing."


    Dn, already showered, looked at her face, his Adam''s apple moving as he then looked away.


    ra heard him murmur softly, "Not just a sleep aid."


    What? What did that mean?


    She didn''t know and thought it best not to ask.