Chapter 3

I froze for a moment, then nodded, continuing to eat.

After the meal, I asked him to take me outside for a walk.

The weather was nice today, quite cool.

"What do you think?" Davis asked me.

I shook my head. I completely trusted my husband.

"Do you know about the camera in the room? It's high definition and can pick up sound, too."

He led me to a pavilion.

I shook my head again. My husband had never mentioned it to me before.

"In that room, you need to be extra cautious," Davis said very seriously.

I forced a smile. No matter what, he wouldn't harm me.

"He's almost back. Let's head back." My brother took my hand.

We had only walked a few steps when I felt a car stop ahead.

Neil's voice came from the car, tinged with a hint of reproach. "Why did you bring her out? What if something happens?"

"I wanted to come out," I said.

"Be careful. It's better if you don't go out too much," he said softly.

He then drove into the parking lot, starting the car, which stirred up a gust of air.

I could smell a faint fragrance from the perfume in the air. Since losing my sight, my other senses had become unusually sharp.

My brother led me back home.

"Take care of yourself," he said, gripping my hand tightly. "And you really shouldn't take that medicine anymore."

"Okay, okay. Just go," I said. His job was to take care of me while Neil was at work. Once Neil came back, he could rest.

My brother nodded and quickly left.

I then heard footsteps.

Neil came up behind me, wrapped his arms around me, and whispered in my ear, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

I fell silent, a wave of disgust flooding through me. What had he done? I had a rough idea in my mind.

He sighed and went to cook.

After dinner, he brought me the pills.

One by one, he poured them out.

It was still divided into four doses. Even though my brother had told me not to take them, I had no reason not to, right?

Neil gave me the first three doses, and I counted. Ten pills.

For the fourth dose, I noticed there was an extra pill.

I frowned but swallowed it without saying anything. Then, the dizziness hit again.

Neil looked at me, sighed, and kissed my forehead deeply.

He whispered, "I'm sorry..."

Meanwhile, Davis was driving to a small clinic. Although it was a small place, the doctor was a legitimate medical student.

"Hey, Mr. Miller."

"Don't mess around. Help me check these pills..." Davis handed over ten pills.

The doctor took them, sniffed them, and said, "Wait a few days."

Davis nodded.

When I woke up, I had no idea how much time had passed. The last time I ate was around seven.

Now, it seemed like it was midnight. I rubbed my head. It hurt, and some of my memories seemed fuzzy.

I reached out beside me. The bed was empty and cold.

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