“Thank god.” Zane patted his chest in relief. “Who did this?”
“No idea. We’re still looking into it, but we should have the results tomorrow,” Sonia answered.
Zane sighed regrettably. “I see. Here I thought I could help.”
“It’s fine. Just take Douglas home. He’s been staying with me at the hospital for a while now. Didn’t even eat or sleep well. It’s not good for a kid, so just take him home and let him rest.”
Zane knew Sonia just wanted him to leave, so he nodded despondently. “I see. I’ll come tomorrow then. Douglas, say goodbye to a... Miss Sonia.”
“Goodbye, auntie.” Douglas waved at her.
Sonia couldn’t see him, but she waved as well.
Zane took Douglas and left, leaving Sonia alone. The sudden silence scared her, especially when she was blind. The more time passed, the worse her fear got, for she never knew who might come in her ward the next second. It could be someone like Titus, and if he did come, she would be dead in no time.
“Anyone there?” Sonia asked. She wanted to call the caretaker back.
The caretaker left after Zane came, but she had been missing since. Where is she? Sonia wouldn’t be so afraid with her around. At least she’d know who her visitor was.
“Mrs. Taters? Mrs. Taters!” Sonia held her blanket, calling out to her caretaker loudly.
Just then, a familiar deep voice sounded. “What is it?”
Toby! Sonia’s eyes widened, but her fear dissipated. She heaved a sigh of relief and shook her head. “I’m fine. I’m just scared because I’m alone, and I can’t see anything. I wanted to get Mrs. Taters back, but she isn’t here. Good thing you came though.”
She had to say she was reliant on Toby at the moment. At least he was a familiar face, so with him here, she didn’t have to face the darkness alone.
Toby paused for a moment when Sonia said it was a good thing he was there, then he felt delighted, and his wound didn’t feel as painful anymore. He went up to her and stopped beside her bed. “Don’t worry. I’ll be here with you.”
Sonia wanted to say he could leave after Mrs. Taters came back, but then she realized it’d make her look like a jerk, so she kept quiet about it.
Toby got a chair and sat down. “So? Did you get anything?”
Sonia knew he was talking about Alice, and she squinted. “Yes, and it’s shocking. Alice’s just a scapegoat. The real culprit is still at large.”
“What?” Toby’s face fell. “She’s just a scapegoat?”
“Yes. She has a son who has leukemia, so she needs a lot of money for his treatment. That’s why she became a scapegoat. As long as she doesn’t reveal the true culprit and insists that she’s the sole attacker, the culprit would pay for her son’s treatment.” She shook her head sorrowfully.
Toby sneered. “Who is the culprit?”
“No idea. She doesn’t know either. All she knows is what the culprit looks like.
Charles will get a sketch artist to draw the portrait tomorrow,” Sonia answered.
Toby’s face hardened. He wanted to say something, but Sonia’s phone rang.
When he turned around and saw that the caller was Charles, he got visibly annoyed. But in the end, he handed the phone to her. “It’s Charles.”
“Thanks.” Sonia took the call. “What is it, Charles?”
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