Chapter 4

I paused for a moment, wondering where he could be at this time of night.

"Neil!" I shouted his name, but all I heard was the echo of my own voice.

I paused again. According to my usual habit, my phone should be on the bedside table.

I fumbled around and finally grabbed something.

A crisp sound rang out as glass shattered on the floor, a few drops of water splashing onto my face.

I withdrew my hand with a tremor, my eyes reddened. It seemed I had to accept the fact that I was useless, and Neil had already left me.

With tears in my eyes, I called out to the phone's voice assistant.

"I'm here..." My phone only echoed from the living room.

"Call Davis!"

"Dialing..."

"Hello?"

"Davis..."

"I'll be there soon."

A moment later, I heard rapid footsteps, followed by the door suddenly opening.

He quickly came into the bedroom, seeing the shards of glass scattered on the floor, and I curled up at the bedside.

"Davis..." I rushed towards him.

He gently held me, comforting me, "It's okay... It's okay."

His eyes scanned the room, ensuring there were no cameras.

"Why don't you come stay with me for a few days..." he suggested.

"Mm..." I nodded.

I sat in the passenger seat, the wind blowing through the window.

"What time is it?"

"Three in the morning," Davis replied.

"Why aren't you asleep?"

"Just working late," he said.

I nodded, then added, "The pills seem to have a problem."

"How so?"

"After I took it, I felt really dizzy," I frowned and said, "And a lot of my memories... I can't remember them."

"Then don't take it anymore." Davis parked the car and helped me out.

As we walked, Davis spoke, "I looked into the guy who was driving drunk. It seems he's never even drunk before.

"Also, he only got his driver's license less than two months ago."

I fell silent, an answer vaguely forming in my mind.

Just then, my phone rang.

"Neil," Davis said.

"Answer it."

"Where have you been? Why are you running around like that? Why didn't you call me?"

He bombarded me with three questions.

I scoffed, "Where were you?"

"Working overtime," he said helplessly.

Davis then coldly remarked, "Oh, my sister wants to stay with me for a few days. Is that a problem?"

"You..."

I immediately hung up the phone and powered it off.

"This man isn't worth it," Davis said angrily.

I forced a smile. "But there's no concrete evidence, is there?"

"There will be." Davis' tone was cold.

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