What would they do next?
She pondered for a while before falling asleep unknowingly.
The following morning arrived.
Upon awakening, Nathaniel realized that he was the only one in the ward.
It was too quiet.
As expected, Lucinda did not show up.
He felt a pang of bitterness in his heart as he removed the needle from his hand and got out of bed.
When he opened the door, he saw Abel answering a phone call in the corner of the hallway.
âWhatâs that you said? She is in the police station? Wasnât Mr.
Shaw there last night?! How could he just stand by and watch her being taken away⦠Okay, I understand.
I wonât inform Mr.
Roberts about this.
â
Before he could end the call, someone suddenly snatched his phone away.
Frowning, Nathaniel glared at Abel.
âLucinda was in detention last night?â
Abelâs eyes went as wide as saucers.
Leon had just asked the police to call him, requesting specifically that Nathaniel be kept in the dark about this.
But it turned out he had heard it all!
âMr.
Roberts, donât worry.
Everything will be okay.
Iâm guessing sheâll be released by noon.
â
Nathanielâs expression darkened.
How could he relax, knowing that Lucinda had spent the night in police station?
She must have suffered a lot.
Nathaniel turned around and was about to go find her, but Abel stopped him.
âMr.
Roberts, you canât just leave.
The doctor said that whatever burnt you isnât sulfuric acid.
They need to test the substance first, and you have to stay under observation!â
But Nathaniel turned a deaf ear to his warnings.
After taking a few steps forward, he suddenly stopped and coughed violently.
He covered his mouth while he coughed.
The next second, he saw that his fist was stained with bright red blood, and his originally pale lips were also stained red.
At the sight of the blood, Abel was worried sick.
He then dragged Nathaniel back inside the ward and then turned around to look for the doctor.
âIâm fine,â Nathaniel said hoarsely.
âYou just spat out blood! I have to ask the doctor to check on you.
â