024 Torment

She pulled off the white cloth covering the bathtub, and thanks to the dust-blocking fabric, the tub was very clean.

So, she turned on the faucet and filled the bathtub with water.

While waiting, she took the opportunity to survey the surroundings that she hadn't been able to see before. Now she realized the extent of the villa's deterioration.

Through the dim light from the bathroom, she saw everything in the living room was covered with white cloth, clearly intended to block dust.

This place hadn't been lived in for quite some time.

Once, it had been the love nest for her and Gem Atkinson, and whenever they had days off, they would indulge here.

She loved the landscape here and adored being with Gem. Back then, she wasn't very disciplined, and Gem always indulged her...

No, she couldn't think about it; thinking just made her hotter.

Without taking off her clothes, she plunged directly into the icy water of the bathtub.

Perhaps she was too exhausted, but even in such cold water, she fell asleep.

Fortunately, the bathtub was ultra-luxurious, with a reclining shape, so there was no danger of drowning while asleep.

She woke up again, this time because of the cold.

There was no more odd heat in her body.

"Hmm!"

She struggled to get up, feeling as she had been through a near-death experience.

Knowing that the drug's effects had passed, Forsythia Brown crawled out of the bathtub, her body as weak as a leaf fluttering in the autumn wind. Her skin was soaked, like a water ghost.

Now, she just wanted to find a bed and lie down.

But if the heat in her body was caused by the drug earlier, that would be one thing, but now she was actually shivering with cold.

She must be feverish.

She had a habit of convulsing when feverish.

So, she couldn't lie down, she definitely shouldn't lie down. With her current uncontrollable shivering, if she lay down, she might die from the convulsions.

Looking at the situation in the villa, it must have been abandoned for years, so even if she found a medicine box and fever reduction tablets, they would likely be expired.

Expired medicine couldn't be used, that would just be seeking death.

Years of caution forced her to make herself stagger to the outside of the villa, trying her best to move, with the only lucid thought in her mind: a hospital, I had to go to the hospital.

When she reached the outside of the villa, she saw the fallen motorcycle on the ground.

She tried to lift the motorcycle but couldn't move it after several attempts.

After hours of struggling, she was too exhausted, let alone having the strength to lift the motorcycle on her own?

Although it was a villa area, each villa was several miles apart. These villas were mainly for leisure and vacation, so even if she had the strength to walk to the neighbor's house, it might be empty.

"Am I, Forsythia Brown, really going to die here tonight?"

No, she wouldn't accept it. She had made it through five years of imprisonment, and in three more months, she would reunite with her beloved daughter, so...

Ignoring the motorcycle, she tried to stand up and staggered toward the mountain road.

"As long as I don't fall, even if it means walking, I've got to get to the hospital."

With sheer determination and thoughts of her little girl, Forsythia didn't know how she managed to make it to the mountain road.

And just her luck, a Santana car zoomed past her.

Inside the car was a girl with short hair at ear length, looking very young, probably a student. As she drove past Forsythia, she curiously turned her head to look at her, and Forsythia, hearing the sound of the car, turned her head to look back.

Just as a flash of lightning appeared, the girl saw Forsythia's face, pale as a ghost: Oh my God, a ghost!

Startled, the girl stepped on the accelerator and sped away even faster.

A car!

Forsythia was overjoyed and hurriedly tried to catch up but the Santana was moving too fast. She couldn't have caught up even if she was at her strongest, let alone now, in her near-death state. She collapsed on the ground after a few steps.

In the rearview mirror, the girl saw Forsythia lying on the ground: tsk tsk tsk, there's no such thing as a ghost in this world!

The girl's innate kindness made her instinctively step on the brakes.

She waited for a moment, and Forsythia didn't move at all.

Could she be hurt?!

Or was this a scam?!

Should she help or not?

If she helped and the person blamed her for hitting them with her car, wouldn't she become a scapegoat?!

If she didn't help, well, considering the cold and rainy weather, could that person really last until morning, lying there on the ground?

After a struggle with her conscience, the girl finally gritted her teeth, backed up the car, stopped near Forsythia, opened the door, and got out.

Her courage was small, crouching beside Forsythia, poking her with her hand, "Hey, wake up, wake up."

Seeing Forsythia motionless, she bit her lip and mustered the courage to turn Forsythia over, and then screamed in fear, sitting down on the ground.

Forsythia, worried about convulsing due to her high fever, had a wooden stick clamped firmly between her teeth.

Her pale face and the pitch-black stick...

In a night with lightning and thunder, it looked extremely eerie.

The girl carefully reached out her hand, trying to remove the stick from Forsythia's mouth but couldn't do so.

She cautiously placed her hand near Forsythia's nose: "She's breathing, she's alive."

She then touched Forsythia's forehead: "God, it's so hot."

Having taken basic nursing courses, she quickly understood that the stick Forsythia was clamping in her mouth was meant to prevent her from biting her tongue during fever-induced convulsions and confusion.

"This proves that you're human, a living person, someone who, even in this situation, knows how to protect herself and wants to live."

While talking, the girl used all her strength to pick up Forsythia and place her in the back seat.

Not long after...

At the bend in the mountain road, Gem Atkinson's car passed by the girl's Santana.

The girl glanced at Forsythia lying in the back seat and then at the black Lykan car, which had disappeared from the rearview mirror, "tsk tsk tsk, this place is really for the rich, look at the impressive Lykan."

As she marveled, the phone in the holder rang. She quickly picked it up, "Hello, sister."

"Where are you?"

"Don't worry, almost there."

"It's raining, drive carefully."

"I know, sister. Oh, by the way, sister, you're on the night shift today, right?"

"Hmm."

"Sister, I picked up a person who fainted from a fever on the road. Can you help me out here?"

"A stranger? Pregnant?"

"Not pregnant, but a woman."

"If she's not pregnant, how can I help you?"

The girl glanced at Forsythia from the back seat again and said, "Well, medicine is related to care. You're a doctor, so you must be better than me, who knows nothing about it. Sister, please, she looks like she's about to die. Besides, I picked her up on the road, and I can't tell who she is. If I take her to the hospital and they say I hit her, what will I do? You're the only doctor I know."

"Fine, fine. Bring her over."

"Great. Thank you, my good sister."