When Lance came out of the police station, he looked down with a deep frown.
"Mr. Wolseley, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Frankie asked.
"Get in the car first." Lance's thin lips were ghastly pale.
After Lance got into the car, he lay in the back seat. He rubbed his temples with his clean and slender fingers. Clearly, he was in pain.
"I need medicine..."
Frankie was stunned at first. But then, he immediately took out the painkiller from the central control table and put it in the bottle cap. Then, he handed the bottle of water and the pill over.
Lance took the pill and swallowed it expressionlessly. He then stretched out his hand and said, "I need three."
Frankie hesitated and said, "Mr. Wolseley, Ms. Beckford said that you could only take two pills at a time. This pill is specially made. If you eat too much, it will damage your nerves."
Lance frowned. "Give me the pill."
"But..."