Emily called to say she had family matters to handle, and Jason claimed a relative in his hometown had passed away and he had to attend the funeral.
After hanging up, I got out of bed and began unwrapping the bandages around my body.
The caretaker was stunned and rushed to stop me.
“Miss Evans, you can’t! Your injuries aren’t healed yet—”
Before she could finish, a group of men stormed into the room. Leading them was my attending physician, followed by several burly bodyguards.
Seeing me take off the bandages, the doctor didn’t seem shocked. Instead, he quickly helped remove the rest.
The caretaker grew more frantic.
“Dr. Harris, what are you doing? Mr. Miller and Miss Brooks strictly ordered that Miss Evans must stay in bed. If they find out, do you realize what will happen?”
She instinctively pulled out her phone, trying to call Jason and Emily.
In the next second, the bodyguards pinned her down and snatched her phone away.
She panicked, struggling and shouting,
“Who are you people? Let me go or I’ll call the police!”
I looked at her coldly and said flatly,