"Are you up?" Dexter's cold voice came from the armchair not far away, at least five or six steps away from her. There was a certain chill in his tone, making her heart feel inexplicably uneasy.
"You're undergoing acupuncture. Don't move," he explained.
Angela understood now. No wonder her entire body felt uncomfortable. Still, this was fine. At least her personal boundaries had been maintained.
"You hate me so much that you'd rather risk harming yourself than…" Dexter's voice trailed off, his words tinged with confusion.
Angela froze for a moment, but she didn't respond. Her silence spoke for itself.
"As for Grandpa, I'll explain everything to him. Don't worry, this kind of thing won't happen again," Dexter said after waiting a while for her answer that never came. Then, he stood and left.
The spacious room quickly fell into silence.
Angela felt a faint sense of loss, but it didn't matter. She told herself there were plenty of fish in the sea; she didn't have anything to fear.
…
"Angie, please come back quickly. Dad's fallen ill. I don't know what he ate or if he was poisoned, but he has been in bad condition for two days. I'm afraid he won't make it, and you're not even around. Come back quickly!" Zack sounded anxious on the phone, which stunned Angela.
Bill was supposed to be in stable condition under the care of the doctor, taking medication as prescribed. So how had things suddenly gotten worse?
With this question in mind, Angela drove herself to the hospital.
Zack was already waiting at the hospital's entrance. When he saw her signature silver Bentley, he excitedly waved his hand.
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