Chapter 5

He settled me down, sitting at the edge of the bed. "Tomorrow, I plan to meet with that family. Do you want to come?"

I remained silent for a moment. "I'll go."

"Alright, I'll rest for a bit..."

I knew he hadn't slept the whole night.

I was also feeling exhausted and mentally drained.

The next day, we left early. Davis said Neil was sure to come over.

I sat in the passenger seat, feeling the breeze.

At that moment, my phone rang.

Davis glanced at it, answered, and put it on speaker.

"Mr. Miller, the medicine's been checked. It's a normal drug, just with a higher sedative content, but that's common. There are many like it on the market. Just don't take too much."

"How much is too much?" I asked.

"Uh... taking a small amount leads to drowsiness and memory loss. If you take more, it could reduce your mental capacity to that of a child."

"Goodbye." Davis hung up the phone. "As expected."

I scratched my head. "But there's no concrete evidence."

Davis didn't respond immediately but simply said, "Don't take that medicine anymore."

"The driver's family is poor. His father just recovered from a major illness, and he has two kids, so he might be desperate enough to do anything for money," Davis continued.

I nodded.

I turned my phone back on, and as soon as it powered up, there was a call. I didn't need to check the number to know who it was.

He started by scolding Davis, asking why he took me out without informing him and what would have happened if something had gone wrong.

He had found a nanny and told me not to be angry, assuring me he would accompany me more often. He also questioned why I didn't bring the medicine with me.

I sneered and immediately hung up, powering the phone off.

"He probably suspects something," Davis remarked.

After a while, the car came to a stop, and we still had to walk a bit on a dirt road.

Another half hour of travel, and we finally arrived.

"Even worse than I imagined..." Davis clicked his tongue.

He described the house to me. A mudbrick structure with a cracked roof.

A dark, strong-looking middle-aged woman was washing clothes while carrying a child on her back.

Seeing us, she didn't seem surprised.

Without lifting her head, she coldly said, "Didn't we already pay the compensation?"

She suddenly burst into tears, shouting, "Isn't five hundred thousand dollars enough? Our parents sold the house, and they're old but still have to live in a rented place..."

The child behind her woke up and started crying as well.

She quickly forced a smile, trying to comfort the child.

"She's a good actress," Davis commented, amused.

I took out a bank card from my pocket.

"One million dollars. How about returning my eyes?" I said.

She was momentarily stunned, her body stiffening.

Davis took my hand and slowly approached her.

I could smell a faint scent of skincare products on her. It was a luxury brand, the cheapest of which cost five hundred dollars, a luxury for a family like hers.

"I ask, you answer."

She snorted coldly.

"I ask, you answer!" Davis suddenly shouted, tossing a photo in front of her.

The photo was of a little girl with twin ponytails.

"I..."

"I ask, you answer," Davis said, showing no mercy.

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