Chapter 50: Using Death As Leverage

Prisley woke up from a coma in the middle of the night. The maid, hearing the noise, quickly came over to attend to her.

"Miss Anderson, would you like something to eat? I have prepared different kind of food for you."

Prisley shook her head blankly. "I don't want to eat anything."

"Mr. Rynn instructed that you must take enough nutrition."

Prisley didn't reply, a look of contempt flashing in her eyes.

"I don't have appetite. Can you please leave my room? I want to rest."

"But Mr. Rynn asked me to stay with you..." The maid was hesitant to leave, torn between the master's orders and Prisley's wishes.

"I said I want to be alone. If there's anything, let Heather come to me." She spoke weakly.

The maid hesitated for a moment but eventually left the room with anxiousness.

Prisley checked both arms carefully but found no needle marks. She remembered the blood-drawing equipment and test tubes were all swept onto the floor. Maybe that was why they hadn't used it. She sighed in relief.

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