When Lizette woke up, it was already past ten o'clock at night.
She lay in bed, still wearing that beige knitted sweater, with only a bath towel placed under her shoulder.
It seems that no one has changed her clothes.
The wound has been stitched up again, and there's still a slight pain when I twist it.
That sudden jolt of pain served as a reminder for Lizette. She immediately moved her fingers, clearly feeling the numbness.
Damn, I still got hit with an anesthetic.
Lizette spent ten minutes reflecting on the events that had occurred before she fell asleep.
Doctor, Lion, Sam, did they also mention a cruise?!
Lizette immediately grabbed her phone and called Lion.
No matter whether it's secretly giving her anesthetic or Sam's whereabouts, she has to ask for clarification.
The call connected quickly, but the voice that came through from the other end was Zeber's.
"Miss Young is good."