Seeing Donovan's serious expression, Giselle had no choice but to recount the terrifying encounter outside the hospital earlier that day.
After hearing her story, he was equal parts shocked and angry. It didn't take him long to figure out what had really happened. In fact, the very next morning, the police confirmed that the woman who had attacked her with a knife two days ago was indeed suffering from intermittent schizophrenia.
They even showed Giselle and Donovan the psychiatric evaluation. There was no sign it had been faked.
The officers explained that since Giselle hadn't sustained serious injuries, the best approach was to negotiate with the woman's family. Filing a lawsuit would drag on for months, and without proof that the woman was sane during the attack, she wouldn't face criminal charges. In the end, she would likely be released.
In short, the best way to resolve the near-fatal attack from yesterday was through mediation, with the family offering compensation and apologies.
Giselle didn't want to waste her time on that. She knew all too well that the recent string of life-threatening incidents had been orchestrated by the same person. At this point, she was almost certain that Anne had returned, lurking in the shadows, scheming to kill her by any means necessary.
Giselle had thought about calling the police, but she remembered Anne's disappearance and its connection to Donovan. If she involved the authorities now, she could end up dragging Donovan into the mess.
She found herself trapped in a dilemma.
"Stay home for now and don't go anywhere," Donovan said as he drew on his cigarette.
As he exhaled a cloud of smoke, he added, "I'll make her show herself."
"I'm worried about you too," Giselle said. "Make sure your car is checked carefully, always have two bodyguards with you, and stay alert wherever you go."
Her hands shook as she typed back, "Are you really Anne? Is this true? Where are you?"
Almost immediately, the number sent an address and a message. "Drive there using this navigation. Hurry! Don't call the police! You must come alone! Otherwise, my life will be in danger."
By the time Renee tried asking more questions, there was no further reply.
Having suffered countless breakdowns during Anne's disappearance, she no longer had the clarity to question the truth. Any trace of Anne was enough to compel her into action.
Without a second thought, Renee got up, dressed quickly, grabbed her phone and car keys, and rushed downstairs. She got in the car and drove off immediately.

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