Chapter 1

Chapter 1

A horrified scream rang out at the Johnson residence. "Oh, no! Ms. Sabrina's committed suicide!"

The people who were seated in the living room immediately bolted upstairs, with Lucille Johnson being the exception. She glanced coldly in the direction of Sabrina Johnson's bedroom on the second floor before getting up and lazily heading upstairs.

Many people were squeezed into the room. Fortunately, it was large enough to accommodate everyone. Lucille looked around and took in the lavish decorations and furniture. It was clear that whoever was occupying this room was treated like a princess. A hint of cold mockery flashed in her eyes.

"What the hell happened?" An angry voice rang out. It belonged to Lucille's grandfather, Horace Johnson.

A maid knelt on the floor with her head bowed. She trembled as she said, "We came upstairs to call Ms. Sabrina, Mr. Johnson Senior. That was when we found her lying unmoving in bed. There was a suicide letter and a bottle of sleeping pills on her bedside table."

A suicide letter? Sleeping pills?

Everyone looked stunned and horrified. Even Lucille was slightly surprised by the lengths Sabrina had gone to.

A man got down on one knee by the bed. He lifted Sabrina into his arms without saying a word. His handsome face was grim as he growled, "I'll take her to the hospital!"

As he walked past Lucille, he glared at her and snarled, "You'd better pray nothing happens to Bree!"

Then, he strode off.

Lucille narrowed her eyes without saying anything. Just then, a shrill voice that was both mocking and choked up rang out. "Why did you have to force Sabrina to death, Lucille? How can you be so cruel?"

Lucille turned to frown slightly at Ivy Beech. Ivy was her stepmother and Sabrina's mother. She said coldly, "She tried to kill herself of her own accord. How is it my fault?"

"You imbecile! Sabrina's your sister! How can you be so heartless and evil?" Her father, William Johnson, was furious. He didn't care how his words would affect her.

Then again, she was already used to it. She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes, which were frosty. She didn't say anything.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Horace move his walking cane. She gave him a rebellious look and asked lazily, "What? Do you want to hit me again, Grandpa?"

Lucille could clearly see the hatred and disgust in Horace's eyes. He was known for being biased against her, anyway. His eyes and heart had been blinded by prejudice.

He roared, "How did we end up with an imbecile like you in the family? You're nothing but an ingrate! You don't deserve to be included in our family tree!"

Lucille laughed derisively as her eyes flashed with mockery. "Do you think I want that? Remove me, then!"

Horace couldn't stand her arrogance and rebelliousness. He gave her a look of disgust and snapped, "You're ridiculous! If anything happens to Sabrina, you—"

She cut him off. "What? Are you going to kill me so I can go to hell with her? Don't tell me you guys really think she's royalty or something."

She sneered, not believing for a second that Sabrina would die just like that. Sabrina was such a vain, covetous coward. How could she possibly bear to die? Still, she had to admit Sabrina had improved her acting skills immensely. She'd fooled everyone around her.

Horace and the others looked at her without any trace of love or concern. They only felt hatred and disgust for her.

Lucille said, "I'm a daughter of the Johnson family, just like her. Why do I have to give in to her at every turn?"

William snapped, "Because she's your sister!"

Horace retorted, "Why? Think about the horrible things you've done over the years! You haven't stopped trying to frame Sabrina for things she hasn't done, and you've caused trouble at every turn.

"You're also obnoxious and worthless. What else are you capable of? What can you bring to the Johnson family?"

Lucille's gaze darkened, and her expression turned stormy. At the same time, she exuded iciness as her lips curled up.

Of course. How could she have forgotten? Sabrina was renowned in Whiteloop City for her talent and skills. In recent years, she had boosted the Johnson family's reputation and benefited them greatly.

Horace continued, "You have to call off the engagement with the Quall family. It's not like they'll let someone with your reputation marry into their family!"

Lucille challenged him. "What if I refuse?"

He slammed his walking cane on the floor and scowled. Then, he roared, "You have no room for refusal!"

With that, he led everyone else to the hospital. Lucille watched them leave, as calm as could be. Similar experiences had happened countless times in the past—she was already used to it. To the Johnsons, Sabrina was their lucky star. Meanwhile, she was nothing but a symbol of misfortune.

She knew she'd truly given up on her family on the day that her heart had stopped hurting because of their accusations and insults. She no longer felt lonely because none of them understood her.

Lucille could understand why the Johnsons had fallen for Sabrina's terrible acting. They were stupid and only had their eyes on the money. But Harold Quall…

She couldn't understand how he'd been blinded by Sabrina's idiocy. He was supposed to be smart and capable. How had he become the heir of the Quall family when he was a fool?

…

When Lucille arrived at Central Hospital, Sabrina had already gotten her stomach pumped and had been admitted. As Lucille approached the hospital room, she heard the conversation inside.

"How's my daughter, doctor? Is her life at risk?" Ivy asked anxiously.

"Yeah. How's my granddaughter? She's been weak since she was a child, and her heart isn't in the best condition. Will this have any lasting side effects on her health?" Horace asked.

The doctor was taken aback. Sabrina had heart problems? Still, he didn't think much of it and said, "Don't worry. The patient was brought to the hospital in time, so she's fine now. She'll wake up soon. Remember to put her on a clean diet for the next few days. She can be discharged after that."

Everyone sighed in relief at his words. Meanwhile, Lucille sneered to herself.

The doctor left after telling the Johnsons what to do. When Ivy turned and saw Lucille standing at the door, her expression became twisted and menacing. She asked warily, "What are you doing here? Are you trying to harm Sabrina again?"

Lucille rolled her eyes. Like mother, like daughter. Did they think she didn't have better things to do? She didn't need to do anything. Sabrina could act out the scene herself!

"What are you doing here, you imbecile? Get the hell out of here! Don't dirty Sabrina's hospital room!" William barked.

Lucille raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. She narrowed her eyes, which were filled with ice. She felt like she'd be doing their anger an injustice if she didn't say anything.

"What am I doing here?" She sneered. "I'm here to see whether your precious little Sabrina's still alive, of course."

"Lucille!" Harold's voice rang out coldly.

She scratched her ear and looked at him lazily.

Harold wore a sharp suit and stood by Sabrina's bed like he was her knight in shining armor. No, that was exactly what he was.

The gods had given him a good family and good looks. He had chiseled features—a tall nose and deep-set eyes. His skin was smooth, and he looked like a perfect gentleman. It was no wonder Sabrina had fallen for him.

Harold strode toward Lucille and dragged her out of the hospital room. Then, he flung her aside and waited until she'd snapped to her senses to say, "She's your sister, Lucy!"

Lucille looked up at him. This again? That was all everyone could say to her! She snorted. "My sister?"

Harold met her eyes. He couldn't help feeling taken aback when he saw the frostiness in her eyes. It spread over her face and made her seem like a cold yet beautiful flower that would only bloom on the coldest of mountaintops.

He'd always known that she was pretty. In fact, she was much prettier than Sabrina. She was just… too strong-willed and arrogant.

Lucille continued, "Have you ever met anyone who would steal their sister's fiancé? I wouldn't dare admit that I have a homewrecking woman as a sister!"

Harold said, "Sabrina and I genuinely love each other, Lucy. I—"

She cut him off while looking like she couldn't care less what he had to say. "Yeah, whatever. Cut the crap. I don't care whether you two are really in love or not."

Harold looked at her. He thought she was saddened by his words, so he said, "Fine. I won't say anything. My engagement to you has to be called off, though."

"What if I say no?" Lucille blinked.

A trace of pity flashed in Harold's eyes. He didn't want to hurt Lucille, but he'd only ever thought of her as his sister. Sabrina was the one who'd always held his heart. "Lucy, I…"

She didn't let him finish again. "If you want me to agree to call off the engagement, tell Sabrina to get on her knees and apologize to me. Once she does that, I'll give this clandestine relationship the green light."

Harold's expression turned menacing at her words, and his gaze turned cold. Then, he snapped, "You're the one at fault, Lucy, not Sabrina!

"It's fine if you don't apologize to her, but how can you demand she get on her knees and apologize to you? How can you be so unreasonable? When did you become so heartless?"

He paused, and his chest heaved with anger. Then, he continued, "Since you two were kids, she's spoken up on your behalf despite you being in the wrong. She tried so hard to protect you! But look at what you've done! You've tried to kill her time and time again, and you even got someone to sully her.

"Do you have a heart? Are you still human? She even wrote in her suicide letter that we weren't to blame you for anything. Yet you show no sign of remorse, and you're demanding something so ridiculous! I'm so disappointed in you!"

Lucille narrowed her eyes and sneered. Sabrina had mentioned her in her letter, huh? This was what she did best—pretend to be frail and kind.

"What? I guess that means she can't do it. Forget it, then. I'm not the one who's trying to seek death all the time," Lucille said calmly. She acted like she didn't hear a thing Harold had said. Honestly, she was already immune to those things.

Harold felt like his rage had fallen short of its target when he saw how she refused to own up to her mistakes. "When did you become this cold-blooded?"

Chapter 2

Lucille smiled without answering Harold. She turned to head to the elevator but stopped after a few steps. She turned back to look at Harold and said, "Oh, right. Everything I just said will remain valid forever."

Then, she headed into the elevator without a backward glance. Harold remained where he was. He was frowning. He watched her leave.

…

In Central Hospital's garden, there was a stone bench underneath a towering tree. An old man with snowy hair sat there with a young, debonair man.

"You're already 28, Spencer, yet you don't have any women in your life. I'm almost ashamed of you," the old man, James Layton, said.

The young man, Spencer Layton, leaned against the bench as he listened without batting an eye. He crossed his legs and placed his interlaced fingers atop his knee. He looked elegant and regal. His flawless face and chiseled features looked like they had been carved by the gods themselves.

James asked cautiously, "Do you have some unspeakable condition?"

He'd introduced Spencer to countless beautiful socialites, yet the latter hadn't been interested in the least. Could it be… there really was something wrong with him?

Spencer's gaze darkened at that. He frowned slightly as a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes. He said, "You look like you're pretty healthy, Grandpa. If there's nothing wrong with you, I'm gonna get going."

James huffed. "You brat. Don't tell me you want to spend the rest of your life alone!"

Spencer straightened his suit elegantly. It was easy to see that he was a perfectionist. He didn't let a single wrinkle go. He said calmly, "That was exactly my plan, Grandpa."

James felt like something had lodged itself in his throat and refused to go down. He was rendered speechless.

"Alright, Grandpa. I need to head to the company to deal with some work, so I'll have Kent take you back." Spencer was helpless when it came to dealing with James, who would occasionally pretend to be sick so he could force Spencer to go on blind dates. "Kent, take Grandpa back to Layton Manor."

Kent White had been waiting silently this whole time. "Yes, boss."

…

Lucille didn't drive away from the hospital. She strolled along the tree-lined road leading away from it, not knowing where she was headed.

That morning, Harold called her. He asked her to return to the Johnson residence so they could discuss calling off the engagement. If she refused, Harold and Sabrina would never be able to be together in public.

Harold adored Sabrina, so he tried to think of everything he could do to call off the engagement. It was too bad Lucille refused to budge. That was why Sabrina had committed suicide.

It was supposed to be Sabrina's way of giving Lucille and Harold her blessing, but it was actually a scheme to push the blame on Lucille. That way, the Johnson family would force Lucille to call off the engagement. After all, they wouldn't bear to let their precious Sabrina suffer such a grievance.

All Lucille could say was that Sabrina had made the right move. Since they were children, Sabrina had always acted like a kind, understanding older sister, whether at school or at home. Lucille had always been made out to be a cruel, heartless younger sister.

Lucille never would've expected Horace and William, for whom she'd held the utmost respect in the past, to be the ones to hurt her deepest. She'd gone from not understanding them to being disappointed in them. Ultimately, she'd become numb.

She was only 24 this year, yet she'd never experienced an ounce of familial love. Prejudice and cold shoulders were all she knew. This had taught her one thing—to never overestimate a person's humanity.

As she strolled along, she stopped beside a lake. She stared at the bottomless water and found that it was like her. Her heart had long since been sealed in a deep, dark cave where no light could enter.

…

An expensive car headed in Lucille's direction. Spencer leaned against the window with his head propped on one hand. He stared at the trees outside as they drove past. Suddenly, a slender figure entered his line of sight.

The car was about to drive past her when he inexplicably told his subordinate, Mack Wood, to stop. "Stop the car."

Mack slammed the brakes, making the car skid to a stop. He turned to look at Spencer in confusion. "What's wrong, boss?"

The only answer he received was the sight of Spencer getting out of the car. He was stunned. He turned to look out the window and saw a slender woman standing by the lake.

Her long hair cascaded down her back, and her all-black outfit made her look particularly thin. She stood there, looking like she was about to jump into the lake. Then, he saw Spencer head toward her. Was he going to save a damsel in distress?

At that moment, Lucille was in her own world. She didn't notice Spencer behind her.

"Miss, you can always talk to someone if you're facing any issues." When his voice suddenly rang out behind her, she jolted in shock. She was about to turn to see who it was when she accidentally stepped into a small hole and lost her balance. She toppled backward.

Without anything for her to grab onto, she could only accept her fate of falling into the lake. "Ah!"

Mack had just gotten out of the car when he saw this. He cried, "Watch out!"

Fortunately, Spencer was quick to act. He swiftly grabbed Lucille's hand and pulled her into his arms while steadying her.

Mack sighed and patted his chest in relief. Thank God none of them had fallen into the lake.

A pleasant cologne wafted into Lucille's nostrils, and her heart pounded. She was taken aback. Spencer's strong arm was still wrapped around her waist, and he didn't seem to want to release her.

"You can let me go now, sir," she said. Her voice was muffled because she was pressed to his chest.

Only then did Spencer release her. She smelled nice, and he didn't hate it. It had even distracted him for a while.

Lucille looked up. She was surprised by how good-looking Spencer was. He was right up her alley. His deep-set eyes were charming and alluring underneath his bushy brows, and his nose was tall. He was handsome.

He wore an expensive-looking gray suit. Though his expression was cold, he exuded an air of regality and elegance. He also seemed like he was used to being in a position of power. Compared to him, Harold was nothing. How come she had never heard of anyone like Spencer in all of Whiteloop City?

Spencer frowned at her dazed look. He took in her appearance and noticed that she was quite pretty, albeit a little skinny. He asked, "Why did you resort to this?"

"Huh?" Lucille blinked at him. Did he think she wanted to commit suicide? She explained, "You've got the wrong idea, sir. I can't stand being in pain, so I wouldn't choose this method even if I wanted to commit suicide. Death by drowning sounds horrible."

Spencer was rendered speechless. Mack happened to hear this as he approached. He couldn't help thinking about how amazing it was that Lucille would consider how she wanted to die when she was ready to commit suicide.

For some reason, Spencer found himself smiling slightly as he asked, "Which method would you choose, then?"

Lucille said, "I've yet to think about it."

She had too many things to do, so why would she think about taking her own life? No one would be sad over her death. She wasn't Sabrina.

Spencer didn't miss the disappointment and self-deprecation that flashed across her face. He said, "Good. Don't stand so close to such a dangerous place in the future."

The seal on Lucille's frozen heart seemed to thaw just a little at his words. She looked at him in surprise, then averted her gaze. Was he worried about her? But he was just a stranger.

"Thanks for earlier. If not for you, I would've fallen into the lake," she said. Her tone was calm but sincere. She also seemed a little lost on what to do.

"It was nothing. In fact, my sudden appearance is what startled you in the first place." Spencer's expression was cold, but his tone was relatively gentle.

Mack was dumbstruck. When had Spencer become so gentle?

Spencer asked, "Do you need us to send you home?"

Lucille shook her head. "No, it's fine. My car's parked at the hospital."

Spencer's gaze dimmed slightly. Then, he smiled faintly and said, "Alright, then. Take care. I have something to attend to, so I need to go."

"Oh. Okay."

…

Lucille remained where she was as she watched the black Maybach leave. It was a limited edition, so anyone who could afford to drive it had to be rich or powerful. She took a few seconds to collect herself before heading back to the hospital.

Chapter 3

Mack couldn't help feeling confused on the way back to the company. Spencer never stuck his nose into anyone else's business. Why had he done so today? Could he have fallen for Lucille at first sight and was finally starting to act like a normal man?

He had to admit that Lucille was pretty—a little too pretty, in fact. But people who could fall for someone at first sight were usually just interested in a person's looks. Spencer couldn't have been pretending to be celibate all these years, could he?

Mack felt like he'd discovered a huge secret. He looked at Spencer, who was exuding a cold presence, and said cautiously, "I swear I'll keep whatever happened today a secret, boss."

Spencer narrowed his eyes at him. "Have you had too little to do lately?"

A chill ran down Mack's spine. He hastily said, "No, of course not.

Understanding the truth was one thing, and saying it aloud was another. He'd worked for Spencer for long enough to know when to keep his mouth shut. It was a trick he'd picked up to keep himself alive.

…

Lucille drove back to her apartment instead of heading to work. Her head ached a little after she took a shower, so she decided to take a nap and get some rest.

When she woke up, the room was shrouded in darkness. She fumbled around for her phone and found it underneath her pillow. She checked the time and saw it was already 7:30 pm.

Then, she saw she'd received a text that had been sent around 4:00 pm. The number was one she'd committed to memory. She didn't read the text. Instead, she got out of bed to get something to eat. She was starving.

The nap had helped alleviate her headache. She found a bag of bread in the refrigerator. It was expiring in a few hours. She also grabbed a bottle of milk and settled on the couch with her food. When she was alone, she was happy enough if she had something to sustain her.

Lucille bit on a piece of bread before grabbing her phone and absent-mindedly checking the text from earlier. She quickly scrolled through it before deleting it. When she was done eating, she changed and left the apartment.

Half an hour later, she showed up at Central Hospital again. This time, however, she found a relatively hidden spot in the garden and took a seat there. Then, she tapped on her phone a few times.

Ten minutes later, a pretty, frail-looking woman appeared before her. She looked so pitiful and fragile that any man would feel the need to protect her. It was no wonder Harold had fallen hook, line, and sinker for Sabrina's act.

Lucille narrowed her eyes slightly and quirked an eyebrow. She smiled and asked, "Are you here to get on your knees and apologize to me?"

Sabrina wore a hospital gown, and her face was still pale from her ordeal. She stood before Lucille, and her eyes were filled with jealousy and hatred. She glared at Lucille and snarled, "What right do you have to make me get on my knees?"

Lucille tucked her hands into her pockets and leaned back lazily. She looked up at Sabrina and savored how the latter looked like a scorpion ready to attack. Sabrina would only reveal her true colors when no one else was around.

Lucille chuckled. "What's wrong? Don't you want your precious Harry anymore?"

Sabrina recalled what Harold had told her earlier in the day. She smiled smugly. "He didn't agree to your stupid request."

Lucille tutted. "Looks like you don't love him that much, after all. Is it that hard for you to sacrifice just a little bit for your and his sake?"

"Shut up, you bitch! You know nothing about my love for Harry! Can't you tell that he's unwilling to see me go through that for him?" Sabrina's face twisted with venom.

Her words grew ever more acrid as her tone was colored by smugness and contempt. "Harry and I are genuinely in love. He doesn't have any feelings for you! So what if you met him first? He still fell head over heels for me, didn't he?

"You're not getting anything out of this, Lucille! I told you that I'd take everything and everyone you cared about. You're no match for me. The Johnson family can only belong to me!"

She stopped to catch her breath. Then, she continued, "If you know what's good for you, you'd better leave the Johnson family and Harry! If you don't, I'll wreck your reputation and make sure you won't ever hold your head high in Whiteloop City!"

Sabrina's venom and threats didn't faze Lucille. She chuckled disdainfully and raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? I can't wait to see how things go."

The one thing Sabrina hated about Lucille was how she always looked so cold and unruffled. It was as if nothing got to her. It seemed nothing would ever take her down.

Still, she couldn't help feeling smug at the thought of how Lucille had never beaten her at anything since they were children. So what if nothing bothered her? She was still despised and hated. Sabrina was the one who had everyone's favor.

She said, "Why don't you ever learn, Lucille? You can't defeat me. Everyone knows you're a murderer now. You forced your sister to commit suicide over a man."

Sabrina smiled contemptuously. It seemed particularly creepy in the dark of the night.

Lucille's eyes gleamed coldly as she watched Sabrina. She lowered her voice and asked, "Is that so? Wouldn't I be doing that accusation an injustice since you're still alive, then?"

Sabrina stiffened. "What are you up to?"

Lucille swiftly stretched out a leg and swept Sabrina off her feet. Sabrina screamed and collapsed on the ground with a loud thump. Her shoulder landed first and let out a crisp crack. It hurt like hell.

Then, a sharp pain jolted through her, starting from her head. She couldn't help lifting her head to try to alleviate it.

Lucille had crouched before her and grabbed her by the hair. The pain made Sabrina even paler than before. She scrunched up her face while looking fearful.

"Since you're so eager to see me become a murderer, I'd be wasting your carefully orchestrated act if I didn't actually do something." Lucille smiled coldly.

Her words made Sabrina shudder. She suppressed the pain and snarled, "You wouldn't dare!"

Lucille's smile grew. She retorted, "Why wouldn't I? I've had it up to here with you!"

Sabrina screamed, "Ouch, it hurts!"

Lucille had dragged Sabrina to her feet while keeping a strong grip on her hair. Sabrina felt like her hair was being pulled out by the roots. It hurt more than her shoulder did. She felt like someone was sawing her head in half.

Lucille dragged Sabrina to the nearby pond. At that moment, she wanted to thank Central Hospital's architect for including a pond in the garden. She looked down at Sabrina's face, which was twisted from the pain yet still managing to look pitiful.

Lucille's cold eyes were devoid of sympathy. She even rolled her eyes at Sabrina like she was nothing but a piece of trash.

"If you dare throw me into the pond, Harry won't let you off the—" Sabrina let out a blood-curdling scream before she could finish her sentence. Lucille had flung her into the pond without even batting an eye. It was as if Sabrina was nothing but a bag of trash.

Then, she dusted her hands off and crossed her arms as she watched Sabrina flail around in the pond.

"S-Save me! Help!" Sabrina screamed.

Lucille had picked this particular spot for them to meet because she knew there wouldn't be many people around. Anyway, Sabrina wouldn't die. Everyone thought she couldn't swim, but she was a better swimmer than most.

On the second floor of the nearby building, two dark figures watched the somewhat violent scene play out.

Three minutes later, Lucille sharply caught some urgent footsteps. She surreptitiously shuffled a little further away. Shortly after, she saw Harold show up before her with his assistant, Sean Harrison. Harold looked thunderous as he asked coldly, "Where's Sabrina?"

He'd just gotten off work. He hadn't seen Sabrina in her hospital room, but he'd seen the text Lucille had sent to her. And so, he'd come searching.

Lucille rolled her eyes at him. Couldn't he hear Sabrina screaming for dear life? Was he deaf? She didn't answer him. Instead, she turned to look at the dark pond.

Harold and Sean followed her line of sight, but it was too dark for them to see anything. Sean's eyes widened. "Mr. Quall, I think I hear Ms. Sabrina's voice coming from the pond."

Harold was taken aback. He took a few steps forward. Sean pulled out his phone and turned the flashlight on. He held it high and swept it around. Sure enough, they saw a figure struggling to stay afloat in the pond.

"Harry, save me! Harry!" Harold could hear it now. It was Sabrina's voice!

Lucille couldn't help admiring Sabrina. How in the world had she heard that Harold had arrived?

"Don't be scared, Bree! I'll save you right now!" Harold quickly took his suit jacket off and jumped into the murky pond without a second thought.

Lucille clucked her tongue and watched them coldly. Sean quickly summoned some medical personnel and security guards. Two minutes later, everyone worked together to get the couple out of the pond.

A nurse immediately gave them towels so they wouldn't catch colds. It wasn't winter yet, but it was already fall. The night breeze could get quite chilly.

"Bree? Bree! Wake up! Don't scare me!" Harold cried urgently as he held an ashen Sabrina in his arms.

A nurse said worriedly, "Let's take Ms. Johnson back to her hospital room so that the doctors can check on her, Mr. Quall."

Something like this had happened at their hospital, and Harold and Sabrina were the children of affluent families. She could only pray they would both be fine.

Just then, Sabrina came to. She coughed and opened her eyes weakly. Then, she said, "Don't… don't blame Lucy for this, Harry. She has nothing to do with this."

Then, she fainted. Lucille narrowed her eyes and watched things play out without a hint of concern.

There it was—Sabrina's ultimate move. It worked like magic each time.

Only then did everyone notice Lucille standing at the edge of the crowd. She was dressed in black and had remained silent through the whole ordeal, so she'd blended in perfectly with the night.

Harold's eyes were bloodshot as he glared daggers at her. He said coldly, "I need to talk to you about something later."

Lucille merely scratched her nose carelessly. She didn't say anything.

Harold hurriedly carried Sabrina back to her hospital room.