Kitty
Musk put his hands in his coat pockets and walked casually to the bedside. His piercing gaze scanned all the monitors and their readouts. He looked at Eva who was breathing gently.
He put his hands on the pillow, a wicked smile curled up on his lips. "Wow, I'm impressed. Is that telepathy? Did you know your sister is out there?" He fell silent. "Even in your unconscious state, you seem to recognize her presence. Funny."
He raised her hand and pressed his index finger gently on her wrist. He checked her pulse and other recent reports, then smiled. "A few more days, dear, and then you'll be like ripe fruit for me to pick." He lifted her chin, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. He whispered in her ear. "I can't wait for that day, get well soon and die."
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In the early morning of the next day, as soon as the old lady arrived at the main hall, she suddenly gasped in horror, and a black shadow jumped in front of her.
"What"