Chapter 78-1

Chapter 78

David, who had been quiet the whole time, walked over to Danielle, gently pulling her hand into his.

"Did it hurt? Next time, just let me know if you want to hit someone. Look, your hand’s all red," he said, his voice soft, full of concern as he rubbed her hand, clearly upset for her.

"I’m fine," Danielle replied.

Skylar’s eyes flickered between them, still in disbelief. Wasn’t she the one who’d just been slapped? But here they were, David more concerned about Danielle’s hand than the fact that she’d just been struck.

"Sarah, go to my room and bring me the acupuncture kit," Danielle instructed, her voice unwavering.

"Yes, Miss," Sarah said, hurrying off.

Danielle picked up the silver needles, her gaze flicking to Audrey, still pretending to be unconscious.

Danielle knew Audrey wasn’t out cold. She’d only feigned it when she realized her parents were about to come down the stairs.

"Miss, do you think it’ll hurt with such long needles?" Sarah asked nervously, eyeing the gleaming silver in Danielle’s hands.

"Usually it doesn’t," Danielle said, her voice steady. "But it depends on the injury. For someone like Audrey, with her... condition, it’s going to hurt. A lot." Danielle’s lips curved into a faint smile as she watched Audrey’s lashes flutter.

Danielle moved swiftly, pushing the needle into Audrey’s pressure point with practiced ease.

Audrey’s face went pale, and sweat instantly beaded on her forehead, trickling down her temples. If she wasn’t gritting her teeth so hard, she would’ve given herself away.

Danielle was doing this on purpose, targeting her at her weakest moment. It was clear as day.

Danielle didn’t take her eyes off Audrey’s reaction, a wicked smile tugging at the corners of her lips. ’Oh, she can handle pain, can she? Fine, let’s see how long she can keep this up, she thought.

With that thought, Danielle pulled out a few more needles and thrust them into Audrey’s pressure points, each one deeper than the last.

"Danielle, how many more needles are you planning to use?" Howard’s voice cut through the tension, his eyes glued to Danielle’s precise movements.

Danielle was unfazed, her voice calm and controlled. "Depends on how long Audrey takes to wake up."

Audrey was on the brink of collapse, the pain from the second needle far worse than the first. It felt as though ice-cold knives were slicing through her skin.

Before she could even begin to process the agony, she heard Danielle’s voice again. Audrey’s blood ran