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.