Chapter 2

My brother continued to write on my hand: [Since the accident, I haven't come to see you. I've been investigating instead.]

It was true. He hadn't visited me even once since the accident. He kept saying he was busy, and I had received only three or four phone calls from him.

He continued writing: [I checked nearby surveillance footage. It seems the driver was waiting for you.]

[I'll explain more later, but for now, this is just my guess.]

[By the way, when the accident happened, were you sitting in the front passenger seat?]

I nodded and asked, "But what does that matter?"

I knew he would understand.

[But usually, you sit in the back to take care of the child, right?]

I suddenly stood up, a chill running through me. Yes, I usually did sit in the back seat.

The child was still young and didn't know better, but this time, the child had fallen asleep, so Neil had said, "Sit in the front passenger seat. Show your status."

I hadn't thought much of it at the time.

[This is just my guess. I'll look into more details later and let you know.]

I nodded.

"You need to be careful," he said.

But I understood the meaning behind his words.

The phone rang. My brother helped me answer it and put it on speaker.

"Emma, it's time to take your medicine."

"Okay," I replied.

"Make sure to eat something, too," he said before hanging up. I could hear his light panting.

Was it that hot?

My brother was staring intently at the phone.

"Take your medicine," he said suddenly, standing up to get me a glass of water.

The pills were on the table, many of them all different shapes, making them easy to identify.

He looked at the pill bottle and asked, "How many should you take?"

"Four pills per bottle."

There were more than ten bottles in total, meaning I needed to take over forty pills and divide them into four doses.

"But the bottle shows just one or two pills?" My brother was confused.

I was momentarily taken aback. I hadn't known that.

My brother smiled, "Maybe I misread it."

I thought, "Maybe?"

Then I heard the sound of a phone camera clicking.

"Take the medicine," Davis said, pouring out the pills.

After taking the medicine, I felt very dizzy.

My brother covered me with a blanket, and I fell into a deep sleep.

At that moment, he stood up and looked toward the upper left corner of the living room. There was a small black dot in the corner.

He worked as both an editor and a reporter, so he was sensitive to these things.

There was a hidden camera in the house. It made sense, though, considering the situation.

He kept an eye on it anyway.

Sitting back down beside me, he took a look at the pills and searched the names online.

Strangely enough, the pills were all normal medications, and they all looked similar.

The dosage depended on the situation.

"I think I'm overthinking it," Davis mumbled.

He then put the pills in his bag. He thought, "This is something for professionals to check."

But this whole incident was filled with too many suspicious points. Initially, he had wanted to do a report, but so many things had happened unexpectedly.

Davis rubbed his forehead and started reaching out to friends...

He suspected Neil was involved in something shady. He would investigate it subtly, hoping nothing would go wrong...

When I woke up, all I could smell was the fragrance of food.

"Time to eat," Davis said, placing a plate in my hands and continuously adding food to it.

"Don't take any more of the medicine..." he whispered, "I suspect there's something wrong with it."

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