"Dorothy, have you found the ring yet?" Daniel Faulkner asked in a calm voice.Lying on the bed, Dorothy Bacon, who was inwardly cursing Sheila Oscar, froze at his words but quickly regained her composure. Looking at Daniel Faulkner with a guilty expression, she replied, "Not yet."Thinking of the ring hidden under the bottom drawer of the bedside table, a hint of calculation flickered in Dorothy Bacon's eyes. She thought: Sheila Oscar had the chief doctor do this to me, and still expects me to hand over the ring? I'm not that naive."Daniel, I'm sorry, it seems like I can't find the ring," she said, biting her lip, head lowered, her face full of guilt. Her already pale complexion, coupled with such an expression, made Daniel Faulkner unable to press further.Daniel Faulkner frowned, feeling a bit disappointed. His tone softened, "Don't worry about it. If you can't find it, then it's fine."Dorothy Bacon looked up, her eyes red and brimming with tears, filled with conflict and r
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