Without waiting for Sandra''s reply, Lionel turned and left, instructing the doctor to treat her wounds properly.


    She was, after all, seriously injured, and her wounds could get infected if not treated promptly.


    Whether Sandra got an infection or not was of little importance to him, but he couldn''t risk her holding a grudge against him for neglecting her injuries.


    He had to make sure her wounds were treated. Otherwise, she might really turn on him and lie again after he''d gone through the trouble of collecting evidence.


    As for how to find that evidence, he already had an idea. Since Quennel had indeed held Sandra captive there for some time, the house must be full of clues. He was sure he could find something to prove it.


    He was eager to start his search,pletely oblivious to the fact that Hannah already knew who the culprit was and simply didn''t care.


    He was just acting on his own misguided assumptions.


    The doctor worked without exchanging a single word with Sandra, focusing solely on treating her wounds. When he was finished, he left a few packets of pills and exined how to take them.


    He pointed to one specific packet. "These are painkillers. Take one when the pain is severe, but not otherwise. They''re expensive. Even if you skip the other anti- inmmatory pills, you must take this one. When the anesthetic wears off, the pain will be unbearable."


    Sandra paid no mind to the doctor''s instructions.


    Even after he left, she ignored the pills on the table.


    Night fell. The wind rustled the tree branches, making a soft whooshing sound she could never have heard in the basement.


    Sandra stood by the window, gazing at the moonlight outside, feeling a sense of disorientation.


    The effects of the anesthetic were gradually wearing off, and waves of pain washed over her once more.


    She had thought she''d grown ustomed to the pain, that she could endure it.


    But she never expected it to be this severe. In the end, she gave in and walked over to get the painkillers.


    As she tipped the pills into her hand, she saw a small, folded piece of paper. Her pupils constricted, and she instinctively nced around before carefully concealing it in her palm. She pretended to swallow a pill and then headed to the bathroom.


    She sat on the toilet lid and cautiously unfolded the note.


    The words on it made her scalp tingle with fear. She immediately dropped it into the toilet and flushed.


    She stood there nkly, watching


    the empe


    bowl, but her heart


    continued to pound uncontront


    r chest.


    What was happening? How could this be?


    That damn Quennel! Why was he so relentless?


    She had thought that by being in Lionel''s house, guarded by five


    bodyguards, she was secure. l


    ce she couldn''t escape from, and no one from the outside could get in.


    Yet Quennel had managed to collude with the doctor and get a note to her in such a


    short amount of time.


    This man was far more terrifying than Lionel!