Chapter 8

But fortunately, Brandon didn't notice anything unusual. He quickly left the bathroom, picked up his coat, and left the room.

I took a deep breath and felt my whole body suddenly relax.

The consequence of complete relaxation was that I rarely lay in bed and slept without any worries, never feeling as at ease as I did at that moment.

But the consequence of falling asleep was that when I woke up, Brandon was sitting next to me, staring at me.

I was just glad that I didn't open my eyes the moment I woke up.

His gloomy gaze lingered on me for a long time, making me feel creepy.

I pretended to be asleep, not daring to relax even a bit.

After a while, Shirley came in with a bowl of medicine: "Is Caroline still sleeping? The medicine is ready."

Brandon didn't say anything, and Shirley reached out to wake me up.

I then pretended to wake up and saw Brandon: "Brandon? Why are you here?"

He smiled slightly, but there seemed to be an inexplicable meaning hidden behind that expression.

"I'm here to accompany you to drink the medicine, Caroline."

His expression made me feel uneasy, as if he had seen through something.

While drinking the medicine, I secretly observed Brandon's expression, carefully recalling what had happened today.

After checking the bathroom, Brandon left, and then he inexplicably sat here staring at me drinking the medicine. Could it be that there was something wrong with the medicine?

But the medicine I was drinking was exactly the same as before, so what went wrong?

I carefully recalled everything that happened today and suddenly realized, right, the bathroom!

When I was vomiting the medicine into the toilet, maybe some medicine splashed on the edge, and he might have noticed it.

Brandon started acting strange after going to the bathroom. He didn't find the phone, so it must be because of this.

Understanding the key to the problem, I quickly thought of a solution while drinking the medicine.

Suddenly, I figured it out.

After drinking the medicine in one gulp, I quickly ran into the bathroom before the two of them left the room and started vomiting into the toilet.

In fact, I was forcing myself to vomit.

Sure enough, Brandon and Shirley were stunned when they saw this scene.

Shirley hurried forward: "Mrs. Jordan, don't vomit, the medicine will be useless if you do."

Brandon also came to the bathroom.

I ignored what she said and vomited everything out, then sat down in the bathroom.

Brandon stood with his hands in his pockets, looking down at me.

"Caroline, why did you vomit the medicine?"

I looked at him and weakly said, "I'm sorry, Brandon. Actually, I've been feeling nauseous and wanting to vomit every time I drink this medicine these days, but I was afraid you'd worry, so I secretly vomited it out. This time, I really couldn't hold it in."

Acting, let's see who can act better.

Sure enough, Brandon's scrutinizing gaze softened after hearing what I said. He bent down and gently picked me up.

"Aren't we a couple? You should have told me earlier so I could help you find a solution, you know?"

His fingers were cold, touching my cheek like an icy dagger, making me shiver.

I nodded weakly in agreement.

With that, Brandon completely let go of his suspicion and stood up, saying to Shirley, "Go make another bowl of medicine for Caroline, and this time, don't let her vomit it out."

I didn't say anything, but my heart was filled with anger.

This damned Brandon, why is he poisoning me? How can he be so heartless?

It seemed that I had no choice but to drink this bowl of medicine today.

Soon, Shirley brought the medicine. She handed it to me and watched me drink it.

After I lay down, she watched me for a long time, making sure I didn't vomit the medicine before leaving.

But when I wanted to go to the bathroom to vomit, I couldn't.

It seemed that this method of vomiting the medicine wouldn't work in the future. I had to come up with another solution.

But Shirley watched me drink the medicine every time. How could I vomit it in front of her?

Unfortunately, I didn't have much time to think. The medicine I just drank took effect, making me fall asleep immediately.

When I woke up, it was already midnight. I didn't know how long I had slept, but I felt completely drained of energy, as if something had sucked the life out of me.

I opened my mouth, wanting to call Shirley to get me some water, but found that my throat couldn't make a sound.

I remembered Brandon mentioning increasing the dosage and immediately understood. It seemed that this was the increased dosage.

I felt like I was nailed to the bed, staring at the dark ceiling, feeling a deep sense of despair.

I felt especially isolated and helpless that night, as if I had been abandoned by the whole world.

I lay there for a long time until I felt a bit of strength returning. I struggled to get out of bed but collapsed to the floor due to lack of strength.

I crawled towards the bathroom, using all my strength to stand by the toilet and retrieve my phone.

But as I was coming down, I felt dizzy and fell to the floor, hitting my head hard on the sink.

I felt a sharp pain in my forehead, and blood started flowing profusely.

My ears were ringing from the impact.

But I gritted my teeth and didn't make a sound, afraid that Shirley or Brandon would find out and my phone would be exposed.

I sat on the toilet and called Kathy.

Fortunately, she liked to stay up late and hadn't gone to bed yet. She answered the phone, sounding very excited.

"Caroline, do you know how long I've been waiting for your call? You didn't even call to let me know you're safe!"

"Kathy."

I opened my mouth and realized my voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like it had been ground by gravel.

Kathy was also startled: "Caroline, what's wrong?"

"There's something wrong with the medicine. Can you help me get it tested? I can't move at all right now."

Kathy knew the situation was urgent and quickly agreed.

"I understand, but if I go, it might arouse suspicion. I'll find someone to go to your house, and you can secretly give them the medicine. I'll let you know the results once it's tested."

With Kathy's promise, I felt relieved. After hanging up, I hid the phone in the toilet tank.

Then I struggled to crawl back to bed. The bleeding on my forehead had stopped, and the blood had dried on my face, but I had no strength to deal with it and slowly closed my eyes.

The next morning, I was woken up by Shirley's scream.

Brandon rushed to my room upon hearing the noise: "What's wrong? What happened?"

Shirley, shocked, pointed at me: "Mrs. Jordan's face is covered in blood!"

Brandon was also startled and came forward to ask what had happened.

I answered truthfully: "I hit the sink when I went to the bathroom last night."

I just left out the part about taking out my phone to call Kathy.