Revenge is best served cold

I gazed into Eric's serious eyes, and for some inexplicable reason, I nodded. "Okay."

With my response, he finally seemed to relax. He shifted gears, eager to hear the full story of what happened today.

After a moment of thought, I decided not to tell him that I had already known someone would try to kidnap me. Instead, I told him it was just a greedy person looking to extort money from the Brown and Cornell families, planning to keep one of us as a hostage.

From Eric's expression, he seemed to doubt my version of events, but seeing my resolve, he didn't press further.

We lapsed into a long silence.

Suddenly, I remembered something and looked up. "Have you passed gas yet?"

Eric's face stiffened, and he quickly avoided my gaze.

I couldn't help but laugh. Leaning closer, I grinned. "The famous Eric is getting shy? Really?"

Before I could finish the sentence, I saw a faint blush rise on his face. He hurried to explain, "No, no. It's just... I don't feel it yet. The effects of the anesthesia must still be lingering."

I didn't believe a word of it.

I shrugged and casually stood up from the chair. "I'm so tired. I think I'll step outside for a bit."

Without waiting for his reaction, I walked out of the ward.

Just before I left, I turned back. "I'm going out to grab something. If you get hungry, message me and I'll bring you something back."

I saw him nod, and then I shut the door behind me.

Ten minutes later, I received a message from Eric. "I'm thirsty. I want some water."

I smiled, knowing exactly what to do. I headed to the vending machine, picked up

a bottle of water, and cheerfully made my way back.

Eric clearly understood the unspoken message in my actions.

He knew that I wasn't going out for a walk for some fresh air-it was to give him space so that he could preserve his dignity.

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The hospital ward had water, and if he wanted a drink, all he had to do was reach for the bottle by his bedside. His message was clear-he had passed gas.

When I returned to the ward, the doctor had arrived. He must have been summoned after Eric rang the bell following his "successful" moment.

Seeing me enter, the doctor immediately began going over all the precautions again, seriously emphasizing that Eric needed to stick to a light diet.

Once I nodded in agreement, the doctor seemed satisfied and left.

"Thank you for everything," Eric said softly once the doctor was gone.

I blinked, confused. "Why are you thanking me? You've done so much for me. I should be the one thanking you."

He was about to respond when I cut him off, "But I know you don't like hearing me say thank you. So, for now, take care of you. I'll cook for you and show you my gratitude that way."

I smiled at him. "How does that sound?"

Eric nodded, a grin spreading across his face. "I couldn't ask for more."

Soon, he fell asleep, exhausted from the ordeal. Seeing him resting peacefully, I

quietly slipped out of the hospital and headed to the police station.

Everything had happened so quickly. The evidence of Jeremiah

instructing Brock to sell me the contaminated fabric hadn't yet been submitted to the police. Even though it was late, I went ahead and handed over the evidence.

The police split into two groups-one went to Flint Group to capture Brock while the other took me to find Jeremiah.

When we tracked him down, he was in a private room at a nightclub with Elsa nestled beside him. She was looking at him with an almost coy expression.

The police barged in, swiftly subduing Jeremiah.

I turned off the loud music and switched on the lights. The moment Jeremiah sawnoveldrama

me, his expression turned pale like he'd seen a ghost.

I smiled at Elsa. "Don't worry. I didn't bring the police here to arrest you."

I then shifted my gaze to Jeremiah.

Before I could speak, he sneered, "What? Just because I didn't save you, you

brought the police here to get back at me?"