Chapter 47 The Conspiracy Behind the Truth

"Annie, what's wrong with you? Don't scare your sister, there are no bad people here, only your sister. Wake up quickly," Elena shook Annie's shoulders, hoping she could snap out of this horrifying illusion.

"You bastard, I didn't send it, the photos weren't sent by me... I really didn't send them. I gave all the photos to Brother Timothy, don't touch me..." Annie shouted uncontrollably, pushing away nonexistent figures with all her might.

Elena was terrified and rushed to the door of the ward, shouting loudly, "Someone, nurse, doctor..."

William, who had just left a moment ago, heard the commotion and quickly turned around, rushing back.

"William, Annie... something's wrong with Annie, she's not herself. Help!"

"William, quickly, quickly, something seems off with my younger sister..." At this moment, Annie on the hospital bed was frantically tearing at her hair, kicking her legs nonstop, with a terrified expression.

William immediately administered a sedative injection. Only then did Annie calm down, lying on the bed and slowly closing her eyes.

Elena asked anxiously, "What's wrong with her?"

"She seems to have been frightened excessively. I will have the psychiatrist come to observe her later," William replied.

Elena tightly grabbed William's sleeve and said, "Please, you must help me cure Annie."

"Hmm, don't worry, everything will be fine," he assured her.

Noura's figure suddenly appeared at the door of the ward, coughed lightly, and then retreated. Elena quickly understood her intention - it was time.

Sarah happened to return with lunch.

"Mom, take care of Annie, I need to go," Elena said.

"Elena, Mom bought your boxed lunch, eat before you go!"

"It's fine, no need, I still have things to do, I'll leave now!"

Elena turned around and hurriedly said to William, "William, please take care of her, I'll come back tomorrow!"

The moment she left the ward, Elena couldn't control the sinking feeling in her heart. Why did Annie say the photo was given to Timothy Robinson? Could it be that her sports car was obtained in exchange for the photo?

Then, Timothy published the photo online, causing the AF Group to be implicated and Annie to be chased by the Red-Black Society... Why would Timothy do such a thing? Elena felt like she was falling into a massive conspiracy vortex...

In the car, Elena suddenly asked Nabil, "Does your master have any connections with the Robinson family in the UK?" The car, which was originally driving steadily, suddenly came to a halt. Elena nearly hit her head and quickly used her hand to support herself, pressing on her wound, which tingled slightly.

She looked at Nabil in astonishment and said, "Hey, how are you driving?" Nabil's gaze darkened slightly. He earnestly looked at Elena for a moment before slowly starting the car. "Miss Walker, if you don't want to get into any more trouble, it's best not to associate with members of the Robinson family."

"Stop the car!" Elena said coldly.

"Miss Walker, if you have any questions, we can discuss them when we get home!" Noura immediately intervened.

Elena suddenly laughed, "Why are you all so nervous? I'm not running away. Stop at the pharmacy ahead, I want to buy some medicine." Nabil parked the car, and Noura got out of the car together with Elena.

Suddenly, I felt like a prisoner, being monitored 24 hours a day.

"Excuse me, please take this prescription and get me these medications..."

Elena went straight to the medicine cabinet and placed the prescription on the counter.

Noura glanced at it, seeing unfamiliar names of medicines she recognized but didn't understand.

"Miss Walker, what do you need these medicines for?"

"...Of course, to take them myself!"

After receiving the medications and paying, Elena calmly walked out carrying the medicine bag.

"Miss Walker... these medications seem scary, could they be harmful to your health? Shouldn't you let Dr. White take a look?"

"I'm a doctor myself, please, stop treating me this way." Elena walked away in haste.

At noon, Elena was in the kitchen preparing herbal medicine alone. She carried it to the dining room, ready to drink.

Suddenly, a pair of arms embraced her from behind.

His hot breath blew against her nape...

Why does this man always appear out of nowhere? Elena hastily placed the medicine down, trying to create some distance. Hassan's scorching kisses trailed along her neck, and Elena slightly closed her eyes, enjoying his intrusion...

She seemed to gradually grow accustomed to his advances, no longer feeling that intense resistance in her heart. He lifted her from the chair with his large hands and placed her on the dining table. His burning lips kissed her tender ones.

"Mmm..." she whispered softly.

He greedily savored the sweetness between her lips and teeth, entangling with them repeatedly until she was breathless and her heart raced...

Suddenly, he stopped and smirked devilishly.

By now, she was somewhat recklessly straddling the table, and clothes in disarray, revealing two pure white fragrant shoulders. His kisses marked on her delicate clavicle, her fair skin flushing red...

Her long skirt had been torn by him, revealing her slim, snow-white legs. er cheeks were crimson, her beautiful eyes half-closed, her gaze hazy and seductive. His breath still lingered on her slightly swollen lips... Meanwhile, he was still dressed in a pristine suit and tie.

He observed his masterpiece with great interest, realizing that just one kiss was enough to bewitch this woman.

It seemed that all women were the same! No matter how proud they were, as soon as they fell into his hands, it wouldn't take long for them to become obedient.

But this woman in front of him, they had been together many times already, so why did he not feel a hint of boredom? On the contrary, each encounter brought him indescribable pleasure, a satisfaction he couldn't find with other women.

In a way, he had obtained a priceless treasure.

As Elena met Hassan's rogue-eyed gaze, she suddenly snapped back to reality. She touched her cheeks with her small hands and tried to get off the table.

Hassan swiftly caught her, his agile hands ensuring that Elena, who stood just over one meter sixty and weighed less than ninety pounds, was as light as a doll in his grasp wth just one hand.

Hassan, on the other hand, holds Elena's chin and raises her face as he teasingly suggests that her body speaks louder than her words and asks if she desires him.

Elena perceives a danger of being consumed by his desires and hastily tries to break free, mentioning that she needs to take medicine. Hassan's attention is then drawn to a bowl of dark soup on the table, emitting a steaming heat. He releases Elena and smells the soup, his eyebrows furrowing in displeasure.

He calls for Noura and asks her about the soup, questioning Elena about who gave it to her. Noura, sensing Elena's desperate gaze, rushes out from the kitchen.

Hassan instructs Noura to call Dr. White, expressing concern over Elena's habit of ingesting unknown substances. Dr. White hurriedly arrives, and Hassan presents the bowl of medicine to him, while Elena anxiously watches, hoping her secret won't be discovered.

Dr. White, unable to identify the medicine through smell alone, requests to see the medicine box. Unfortunately, Noura has already disposed of the box with the trash, which has been collected by the garbage truck.

Elena tries to defend herself, reminding Hassan of her medical skills in treating his bullet wounds last time. However, Hassan dismisses her claims and pours the soup down the sink without hesitation. Elena feels a mix of anger and sadness as she witnesses her medicine being wasted. She confronts Hassan, expressing her discontent and stating that she won't accept medication from Dr. White in the future.

Elena turns away from him, clenching her hands in frustration and walks towards the living room, her eyes turning red. She resents Hassan's disregard for her feelings and his casual interference with her freedom.

Just as she takes a few steps, she is lifted off the ground and pressed onto the sofa by Hassan. He loosens his tie and... then pressed his hand against hers, holding her small hand with my larger one.

With this dominant posture, a pair of handsome eyes gazed directly at her.

"Repeat what you just said?"

"Hassan, you're too much, too selfish. You're simply a tyrant..."

Hassan's face slowly darkened, his tone low, "Not that sentence!"

"Then, I don't want it!!"

"Not want? Remember, you're not allowed to say 'don't want' in front of me..."

He detested anyone opposing him. In his dictionary, there were only two words: obedience.

A hint of aggression gradually rose in the air.

Elena stubbornly stared at him, biting her lower lip, her bright eyes locked onto his.

"I don't want it, I don't want it, I really don't want it!!"

Hassan's anger instantly surged. He refused to believe that even a woman couldn't be subdued.

In the next moment, the sound of torn fabric filled the living room.

"Remember, if you dare say 'don't want' again, I will ravish you every time..."

He shamelessly threatened, while she trembled and looked at him fearfully.
Her clothes were instantly stripped off, and he wickedly gazed at her. In the next instant, his intense kiss, carrying a punishing taste, began to roam her body.

And she, under his kiss, gradually melted like a puddle of spring water.

Damn it! She couldn't control herself from sinking into his embrace once again.

Elena wanted to resist, but the uncontrollable pleasure surged like a tide, gradually engulfing her rationality.