Mandy headed downstairs and poured herself a glass of wine. As she prepared to leave with her drink, she spotted Esther by the window, gazing out at the distant sea.
"Would you like some wine?" Mandy asked.
Esther had just taken some painkillers, and the lingering dull pain slowly faded.
"No, thanks, I don't drink," Esther replied. She hesitated for a moment, considering that she and Mandy had undergone liver donation surgery. "Ms. Pendleton, is your wound hurting?"
Holding her wine glass, Mandy looked puzzled. "What wound?"
"The one from the liver donation."
Mandy had only undergone a small incision in the operating room.
"It doesn't hurt at all. Are you in pain?" she asked.
Esther furrowed her brows slightly and whispered, "A little."
"Could it be psychological?" Mandy suggested. "Or perhaps it's the upcoming rain? I've heard that weather changes can sometimes cause subtle aches in wounds like this. If it doesn't get better, I recommend consulting Bradley or even having a doctor check it."
Esther softly thanked her.
Mandy took a sip of her drink and casually sat on the sofa, observing Esther by the floor-to-ceiling window. "It's quite late. Aren't you going to rest?"
Before Esther could reply, Bradley abruptly entered the living room, holding a glass. "Esther, come with me!"
Seeing Esther's sluggish response, Bradley firmly took her by the arm and led her down to the basement.
Esther's heart raced with fear when she saw the crystal coffin gleaming coldly under the lights. Perhaps it was due to her recent hectic work schedule, but she felt an overwhelming urge to escape.
Bradley commanded, "Get in."
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don't read at all. horrible story, makes me sick....