Blake forced an awkward smile, slowly relaxing his brows. "I'm fine, have you finished drinking?"
Rory replied with a hum as she put a tissue to wipe the corners of her mouth.
She wanted to remove the IV drip from her hand, but Blake stopped her.
"You should wait a little longer, your fever hasn't completely subsided."
In an abandoned courtyard, a Porsche Cayenne was parked, and a woman in a patient's gown with a pale face got out of the car.
Blake immediately walked up to her and supported her.
As soon as they entered the room, Rory saw a middle-aged woman tied to the chair that had once been used to tie her up.
Olivia was struggling frantically, but the thick ropes soaked in wolf poison rendered her powerless. Blake's subordinates had brought these specifically for this purpose.
Upon seeing Rory, Olivia immediately became agitated and tried to scream.