There was a knock on the door. "Are you awake? We need to talk."
It was Dexter.
Angela put on a jacket and went to the study on the second floor.
Something seemed off about Dexter; his handsome face was flushed, as if he were ill.
"What's wrong with you?" Angela looked at him. She thought he was really sick, so she got up and poured him a glass of water.
He took the water and drank it all. "I don't know either. I think I might have caught a cold and have fever."
Fever? Seriously?
Angela said, "What do you plan to do about Grandpa? I feel really guilty toward him."
Dexter raised an eyebrow. "Then why don't you go tell him that we're actually not divorced and are still living a good life together? If he gets excited, maybe he'll recover faster."
Angela glared at him and was about to speak when she suddenly felt a slight warmth spreading across her back.
She felt an indescribable sensation stir within her body.
Damn it! She'd been drugged!
At this moment, Dexter had already swiftly stepped back a few paces, putting some distance between them.
When their gazes met, they could both see the deep shock in each other's eyes.
Who else could have done this except Joseph?
"You… Don't come any closer. I'll leave first." Angela walked out with her back glued to the wall. However, out of nowhere, her knees gave out, and she almost collapsed on the floor.
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