Chapter 15

In room 608.
I sit quietly on a chair.
Since Daniel left, I have remained in this position without moving.
It's so quiet here.
You could hear a pin drop.
I only experienced it for three hours, and I was already suffocating and unable to breathe.
How did he survive these three years?
I didn't know how much time had passed, so I took out my phone and sent a text message.
"The medicine has been injected."
Then I got up and left the ward.
Returning to the busy life belonging to "Doctor Taylor".
...
The next day after work.
I changed out of my white coat and walked to the underground parking lot as usual.
When I reached a dimly lit section of the road.
Suddenly, someone covered my nose from behind.
Accompanied by a pungent smell, I fell into darkness.
"Mr. Wilson, we've brought her."
"Yes, go ahead."
I slowly opened my eyes.
Andrew's wickedly handsome face came into view.
He leaned back on a comfortable leather sofa, lightly swaying a glass of wine in his left hand.
"Awake now? Isabel, I gave your father a chance to live, and this is how you repay me?"
I guess I had enough of being alive.
In a fit of impulsiveness, I retorted, "I just gave Daniel a chance to live, just like how I learned from you, Mr. Wilson."
Andrew chuckled.
He reached out with his long arm and spilled half a glass of red wine.
My head instantly emitted the fragrance of Romanée-Conti.
"If you don't learn your lesson, next time it might be boiling water."
I closed my mouth and remained silent.