“I’ll let you know if I hear anything,” Zachary said to Dr. Lanson.
“Alright. Call me if anything changes.” Dr. Lanson didn’t say more and left the apartment without delay.
Back in the bedroom, Sarah lay unconscious on the bed. Though her eyes were shut tight, the furrow between her brows showed she was still uncomfortable.
Zachary sat by her side, worried. He gently touched her forehead—still burning hot. He peeled open one of the fever-reducing patches Dr. Lanson had left behind and pressed it to her skin.
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Meanwhile, Leon was fuming. He smashed several things in the cafeteria before paying the damages and storming off in his car.
The moment he thought about what had happened, his anger surged again. He called Vivian and started venting before she could even speak. “Weren’t you supposed to keep him occupied? How the hell did he still find the café?”
Vivian could already guess what had happened—Zachary had found them and taken Sarah away.
“This time, don’t blame me,” she said coldly. “I did stall him. But some stranger showed up halfway through and whispered something in his ear. Whatever it was, his whole expression changed, and after that, nothing I said could stop him. Don’t forget—I nearly threw my own grandfather under the bus for your little plan. I’ve already done more than enough, and you’re still not satisfied?”
But Leon didn’t soften. He wasn’t thinking about the details—his mind was filled with the image of Zachary carrying Sarah away in his arms.
Then it finally clicked for Leon. “Think about everything you’ve done to her. Maybe all those little ‘accidents’ made him paranoid. That’s probably why he had someone shadowing her.”
Vivian’s hand clenched around her phone so tightly she nearly crushed it. She hated that Zachary had never been this cautious or protective with her. And she hated even more that he’d gone so far to shield Sarah—from her.
After a long silence, she finally asked, voice steady again, “So… what now?”
“What do you mean, ‘what now’?” Leon said. “I’ll tell you this—the drug she took doesn’t have an antidote. Unless she’s got enough willpower to fight it off, something has to happen.”
Vivian’s pupils constricted. “She—Sarah’s not going to sleep with him. She’s disgusted by the relationship between me and Zachary. Whatever they look like on the surface, their relationship isn’t nearly as good as you think.”

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