Please, Don’t Mess With My Brain!

"I did it myself. No one contracted me to kill you," Spider surprisingly said.

He was in a dilemma here and didn't know what to do. He had thought about the whole thing. 'If I expose that witch now, I'm hundred percent positive she wouldn't think twice about dumping the whole thing on me and finding a way out for herself.

Then, I will never get to know what happened that year. Until I get her to reveal all that she knows, I can't give up but I have to persevere till I get a good result, but for how long, is what I can't predict.'

'There is also a likelihood that they might not do anything to me until they get the answer they seek, I have to stall for time before planning my escape.'

"Is that so?" Kathleen wrote, oblivious of Spider's train of thoughts. "It so happens that you suddenly relapsed and need an urgent operation. I'll ask the doctor and nurses to get you ready for an emergency brain surgery."