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Kathleen put her hand on his arm as if reading his thoughts, her gaze sympathetic. " I think your father was delirious a moment ago" the doctor explained and Derek grimaced, "he was so violent a moment ago" he explained "And he almost choked me to death" Marcella chirped "Someone who is delirious is often agitated, anger and filled with fear, there's a tendency to get violent, perhaps he's acting on that fear" "But why try to choke me, I'm his wife" to Kathleen's ears, Marcella's tone suggested that Michael Deloux should her choked her instead and she scoffed.

The doctor said, Delilah (Aviva) raised her right hand with ease. “Splendid!, I will love to see you back here by 5pm!.” He told her and stood up, he helped her stand up and took her to her room. —— Since the incident, Delilah (Aviva) had been living in the headquarters, she was partially paralyzed, with a fracture score, the agency expected her to have a mental in balance but instead she was fine though the doctors fear she might still have some undiscovered mental illness or worse it might affect her when she gets older.

“Um, did someone want to tell me what in the world wants going on?” Oliver asked with an eerie smile that sent chills down Andrea’s spine. “You’re awake- “Obviously and I want to know what the heck is going on, I was supposed to be at the hospital if I remember correctly, ” Oliver said still maintaining his creepy smile while Andrea shifted away from him as she kept getting danger signals from him. “Just because you’re awake doesn’t change my plans,” Owen shrugged before turning in Andrea’s direction.

She let the words hang in the air and anyone could read the sarcasm laced in it. Damian arrived at that moment. He gripped Cecilia by the wrist and turned away but she yanked her hand off. "Mother!" He howled. Laurie arrived at the scene too, but she stayed a few meters away, quietly observing. "Oh, she's your mother..." Olivia sneered, ignoring Cecilia's word of congratulation and increasing the rage that fueled within her "She could pass for a lost patient diagnosed with Dementia. She forgot my name, can you believe that?" Olivia feigned a gasp, covering her mouth dramatically "I couldn't tell, it's been so long."

Damien said within himself. "And if words link out, be ready to bear the consequences," Damian warned. "You may leave now." He added. * * * In the hospital, I sat on the uncomfortable plastic chair beside Oliver's bed, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest, trying to process what the doctor had just told me. "Miss Yaren," Dr. Patel said gently, "Mr. Oliver has a history of previous injuries. The impact when he hit the pavement aggravated an old leg injury, and the head trauma could potentially cause temporary memory loss. We won't know the extent until he wakes up."

After checking her vitals and scribbling notes, Oliver turned toward me. “We’ll take samples and run some tests,” he said. Then lowered his voice. “Her eyes are glassy. And since you confessed she was exposed to drugs used for sexual performance enhancement…” He paused. His expression darkened. “She might be suffering withdrawal.” The words hit like a fist. He waited until we were alone. “Where exactly did you find her?” He asked carefully. “From what you described earlier, the attempt to jump, was probably pushed by drug-induced hallucinations.”

I flew over here with Ryan the second Vincent told me that Lauren fainted. “Someone came to meet her this afternoon, and after meeting him, she said that she has also forgotten him. She said that they used those drugs on her more than once, suppressing so many of her memories, and that man, Liam Sterling, is a part of those suppressed memories.” Vincent explained to Ryan. The other neurologist, who was now taking care of Lauren with Ryan, looked at Ryan. I could see that they were shocked by what they heard, but there was nothing that I could do here.

They were pictures of Anise! Pictures of her at her new company, pictures of her walking with Liam. There was even a long-distance shot of her at her balcony… The one sitting topmost of the table had a menacing X drawn over it with a red pen. “Arthur?!” Clarice dropped her wine glass, which shattered on the carpet and stained it red. Arthur swept his gaze over the pictures before finally setting his eyes on the computer screen… It was the surveillance footage of the night Anise was drugged.

“The floor sensors are very sensitive.” Jane's body froze for a moment. She clenched her jaw. She thought she had disrupted all the internal defence systems but she was wrong. Palmer never relied on a single layer of defence. He was a paranoid, but meticulous man. He knew what to do at what time, and that made him more dangerous. “Daniel,” Palmer continued casually, “turn on the auxiliary lights, please. We've had enough drama for the day. Let's not make it more dramatic than it already is.”

“I’m so sorry, Lauren. I'll do everything to find answers.” Lauren nodded, gratefully, her gaze dropping to the folder in his hand. “Can I see it?” He hesitated before sliding it over. “It’s complicated, but you can look. You might not understand a word of it.” She opened it nevertheless, scanning the jargon—“metoprolol overdose, cardiac suppression.” The words confirmed what the doctor had said: someone had deliberately killed her mother. She closed the folder, hands trembling slightly, “Thank you but I need to go now.”