Nicole deliberately went to the courtyard to check things out. She sighed a breath of relief when she saw the empty space, and that got her to murmur to herself, “Looks like that really was a hallucination. Thank the heavens nothing actually happened.”
Nicole had just finished speaking when she saw Kate waving nervously at her.
Nicole walked over curiously and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“There was an unconscious man in the courtyard. Good thing I came back in time or he would’ve died.”
Surprise donned Nicole’s face.
Someone actually fainted in the courtyard? Could it be Evan?
Nicole immediately asked what the unconscious man looked like.
Kate described Evan’s facial features to Nicole upon hearing that question. “He has a regal aura and is obviously not an ordinary man. He’s also handsome with symmetrical facial features. It was as if all the angels got together to bless him with that face. I honestly have never seen a better-looking person before,” answered Kate.
Nicole’s heart thumped fast.
Is that him? Could that be Evan? D-did I not hallucinate?
Kate deliberately sighed sadly when she saw how Nicole’s anxiety had gotten her fingers tangled. In a sorrowful voice, Kate added, “It’s such a pity. I don’t think he has much time left.”
“What’s wrong with him?”
“He’s probably poisoned. The toxin has reached his vital organs, and he likely won’t survive it.”
Nicole couldn’t speak.
That news crushed Nicole, and she prayed. No, it’s not Evan. It can’t be him. It can’t be!
“What’s wrong, Nicole? Are you sick?”
Kate’s voice pulled Nicole back, and the latter shook her head before answering, “I’m fine. The patient. Where is he now?”
“You mean the guy I rescued? He’s in my room.”
Nicole ran over nervously, but when she got there, she saw that the room was empty. Not a single person was in view.
She was about to turn around and leave when she noticed a few bloodied name cards.
Nicole walked over curiously and picked it up. When she saw the name on the card, her face paled with fear.
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