The director wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, terrified of Drake''s wrath.


    Over half of the hospital''s funding came from the Lowe family, and with just a single word from Drake, the director''s career could be in jeopardy. Inside the hospital room, Debra stirred back to consciousness. She half-sat on the bed, her body bruised and battered.


    Drake stormed in, startling the nurse inside. "The patient is resting. You can''t just..."


    "Get out!" Drake growled.


    The director, standing in Drake''s shadow, quickly waved the nurse away. "Hurry, leave."


    Recognizing Drake, the nurse turned pale and hurriedly exited the room.


    Debra, frustration mingling with her weak voice, said, "I''m lying here in this condition. Can''t you give me a moment of peace?"


    "You need to exin what happened today."


    "What? I almost died. If you want answers, go ask Miss Sharp."


    "You''re saying Yvonne did this?"


    "She had someone crash into our car and pour gasoline on it. If it weren''t for a passing vehicle, I wouldn''t have been so lucky to escape. I might have ended up like Hand."


    Debra shuddered at the thought of Yvonne''s method. She seemed well-versed in killing and making it look like an ident.


    It couldn''t be her first kill, and the Sharp family''s facade of respectability was crumbling fast.


    Suddenly, Drake surged forward and grabbed her arm. She instinctively tried to pull away, but his grip was too tight.


    He inspected her arm and yanked the nket off her. Startled, Debra pped him across the face.


    "What are you doing?" she shouted, the room freezing in silence.


    Drake rubbed his cheek, his expression a mix of shock and annoyance. Debra realized her impulsive reaction.Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org.


    "It wasn''t my fault. Your actions took me by surprise."


    "If it weren''t for the fact that you''re injured, I''d have hit you back."


    "This whole mess was undeserved. If you and Yvonne hadn''t had that falling out tonight, I wouldn''t have


    been in that car ident, and Hand wouldn''t have died."


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    "Are you ming me now?"


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    Drake was rendered speechless. He е tossed the nket back over Debra


    and muttered, "Your injuries are 1.9


    superficial. I''ll have Kale take you hometer."


    "No. Who knows if he''s working with Yvonne and leaked my whereabouts?"


    By mentioning Yvonne''s knowledge of her location, Debra was reminding Drake of a possible mole among them. Otherwise, Yvonne wouldn''t have been able to ambush her on that road.


    "Everyone might betray me, but Kale won''t. If I tell him not to kill you, he won''ty a hand on you."


    "I..."


    "You''re not safe in the hospital. This isn''t up for discussion."


    With that, he turned and strode out of the room.


    Debra watched him leave and wrinkled her brow.