“These past few days, you’ve been watching me and reporting my every move to Jason Miller and Emily Brooks. Were you worried I might run away?”
“How much did Jason Miller and Emily Brooks pay you to keep such a close eye on me?”
“Did they tell you to guard me today, to make sure I wouldn’t leave the ward or use a phone or anything electronic?”
Her face turned pale instantly. She stammered,
“Miss Evans, what do you mean by that? Are you accusing me of bad intentions? I’m just a caretaker. Mr. Miller paid me to look after you—what’s so strange about that? Not letting you use electronics was for your own good. You—”
She suddenly froze, her eyes wide with disbelief, as if she’d seen a ghost.
The bandages were completely gone. There wasn’t a single scar on my face or body.
Her voice trembled in shock.
“You… weren’t you disfigured? You… you faked it? But why?”
I looked at her coldly.
“You’ll find out soon enough. Today is Emily Brooks’s twenty-fifth birthday. The Brooks family is throwing her a grand birthday party. I hear she’ll even announce her fiancé to everyone.”
“And who is her fiancé, I wonder? Such a mystery.”
“You’re Jason’s cousin, aren’t you? Then you must know where Jason is right now.”