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Olivia Taylor used the tweezers to pick up an alcohol cotton ball, carefully wiping every corner of her hand. Her movements were slow, meticulous, and professional.

"The conditions are limited, but don't worry, I'm very professional and will disinfect thoroughly," she said truthfully.

In the entire ward, there was no one more knowledgeable about medicine than her. She was the most authoritative person in this place, and her earlier performance on the medicine ratio had already convinced the little nurse somewhat.

Olivia used a glass slide to rub the bottle mouth of the medicine ampoule, and with a light flick, the bottle cap flew off and shattered on the tray of the cart.

As a normal action, this method was no longer used to avoid glass shards contaminating the medicine. However, in the face of Samantha Collins, using such a fluid action had more deterrence.

She drew half a syringe with an empty needle, and then the nurse replaced the glucose with a brand new large bag for Samantha. Since the milliliters were large, it would be inconvenient to use bottles; hospitals now employed bags of liquid for patient mobility.

Samantha could not distinguish between glucose and arsenic, and in her eyes now, Olivia was a psychopathic killer who still had the mood to clean her hands before the act.

She struggled in bed, reaching for the indwelling needle in her elbow, but before touching it, she heard Olivia Taylor say:

"If you pull the indwelling needle out like that, blood will spray out."

This was true — the needle was large, and a vacuum was formed; if it's removed carelessly, blood would spatter.

Samantha either frightened or didn't try, so her hand obediently retracted. She stared at Olivia's back, and her heart felt a chill.

She had been facing away from her just now, hadn't she?

If she had her back to her, how could Olivia know she wanted to pull the needle out?

Several types of medicines had been used. To Samantha, they were just different liquids from various bottles and jars. She watched Olivia work in front of her but did not dare resist.

Olivia had even more contempt for Samantha in her heart now.

If she dared to invade someone's home and try to take their nest, why didn't she dare to resist the injection?

Fortunately, Olivia's bad intentions didn't go too far; she only mixed some nutrient liquid into it.

Samantha had been hesitating for a day, refusing to eat anything. Olivia couldn't let Samantha's electrolyte balance collapse, but this large volume of liquid would still require some trips to the bathroom.

So Olivia added a little medicine that stimulated bladder function to it. It was not too much, just a bit, harmless to the body but harmful to the person.

Metabolism was a normal physiological response; it couldn't be blamed on her.

The ward must be arranged by Tobias Perkins, so there would be no oversights. For example, this room had an independent partition that could be used for rest.

The facilities in the partition were complete; however, when compared to the comfort of her home, it was lacking by more than a little. But considering it was a hospital and she was just staying for one night, Olivia did not bother too much.

During the training time, she had endured various hardships. By now, Olivia was able to cope with any changes in the environment.

Except for... a dim room.

It was her heart's ailment that she couldn't get rid of. Treatment had not been effective, and she eventually gave up on it.

It wasn't very difficult to just turn on an extra light.

However, this issue had become Tobias's way of manipulating her weakness, constantly threatening her with confinement.

For example, this time, because she had hurt his little lover, he had locked her in such a terrifying place for fifteen minutes.

Earlier, Olivia had felt sorry for adding a special ingredient for herself, but now she was completely relieved. Some things done carried a price. With that, she took out her mobile phone and wanted to call Tobias again.

All day, she had resisted the urge to call him several times but had held back.

If she contacted Tobias now, it would be admitting defeat. So she sneakily sent a message to Tobias, typing out the medicine formula she had just used on her mobile phone, and attached the line, "a gift for the one who deserves it," before sending it. Afterward, she pulled out a pair of earplugs and put them in her ears naturally.

Olivia left the nightlight on, and she slept well.

Olivia had a good routine. As long as she had enough sleep, she could get up early. When she opened the door, she saw Samantha tearing off her bandages.

Looking at Samantha's complexion, she was very pale, with dark circles under her eyes and messy hair; how could she look like a newly rising actress?

"Miss Samantha, how did you sleep? If you're sick, you have to rest well; otherwise, I won't be able to complete my husband's task," Olivia greeted her without minding Samantha's current disheveled appearance.

Samantha glared at Olivia resentfully. Today she seemed to have learned her lesson, wanting to say harsh words but unable to utter a single one. Gnashing her teeth, she said, "I'm not sick anymore. I'm leaving the hospital today."

Olivia clapped her hands, exaggerating her tone: "That's great! So you're fine now, and I don't have to worry about you. It's time for you to find an assistant. I have other things to do, so I'll go now."

Slapping her butt, Olivia left, leaving Samantha behind to sob. Amid the sobs, she even heard a few "Brother Tobias."

It seems that she finally couldn't bear it and called Tobias...

Olivia wanted to fly back home to find Tobias or head to the company building to see him. However, today, Olivia had a more critical task to do. She walked down the hospital corridors in her high heels, looking powerful.

One must not lose face.

She had driven here, and these shoes had been changed in the car.

Sometimes, in women's confrontations, details mattered; those who relaxed first were the ones who lost from the beginning.

After winning a battle today, Olivia changed out of her "battle boots" back into her car, revving the engine, and headed south.

In the southernmost part of the city, there was a sanatorium where Olivia's mother was receiving treatment.

From the day Olivia's father died, her mother's condition deteriorated rapidly. She suffered a mental breakdown and was eventually diagnosed with a mental illness. Only then was she sent to this sanatorium for recuperation and treatment.

Because it was located in the suburbs, far from the city's carbon emissions, the environment was excellent, and the air was fresh and beautiful. However, to Olivia, it was ultimately not a place for a normal person to stay.

Her mother should have been at home, accompanied by her family, not receiving treatment alone.