But he didn’t even lift his eyes. With a tone full of irritation, he cut me off, “It’s just a relapse, not like she’s dying right now. Why are you making such a fuss? Right now, nothing in the world is more important than helping Natalie finish her experiment!”
My heart went cold. I never expected him to say something like that.
Next to him, Natalie set down the vial in her hand and wrapped her arm around Zayn’s neck affectionately.
“Zayn,” she said sweetly, “I already sent someone to check. Her sister didn’t have any heart attack at all. She just made up that story to get sympathy and avoid being my test subject.”
Hearing that, Zayn frowned and looked at me, his tone full of disgust.
“To serve Natalie is a blessing your Quell family could never earn in several lifetimes and yet you dare to lie? Is this how your dead parents taught you to behave?”
A smug look flashed in Natalie’s eyes. “I think she’s too emotional right now. We’d better give her a sedative.”
Zayn nodded in agreement without hesitation.
No matter how hard I cried and begged, they still forced the injection into me. When I woke up again, I found myself still lying on that same operating table.