Rosalie didn''t take him seriously at all. "What if I keep dosing you with stuff that messes with your head and some stimnts? In less than a year, you''d be clinically insane. Would I still be breaking thew?"


    Sebastian was at a loss for words. If things kept going like this, he''d really lose his mind.


    At that moment, he couldn''t help but feel a chill run down his spine. That was messed up. How could anyone do something so horrible?


    Rosalie picked up the syringe and walked toward Sebastian. "This is your first shot today. Whether you y along or not, it''s happening."


    Seeing the needleing his way, Sebastian screamed in terror. "Back off. Don''t you dare stick that needle in me! If I make it out alive, I''ll kill you first. Get the fuck away from me!"


    Rosalie shrugged and nonchntly remarked, "You''re going to kill me? If you''re so tough, do it right now. Bring it on!


    "Trust me. I''ve heard plenty of words like this before. Some said they''d kill me, tear me apart, and make me suffer a slow death. Others even threatened to murder my entire family, drown my kids, and beat my parents to death.


    "And what happened? They were the ones who ended up in trouble. The harsher the threat, the worse off they were. I''m telling you straight. You''ll pay for what you just said.


    "I won''t give you any food for the next three days. By the end of it, you''ll be crying and begging for food."


    Sebastian was scared out of his wits. How many times had she done such things to speak such terrifying words without flinching?


    He yelled at the top of his lungs, "Help! Murderer!"


    With a rxed smile, Rosalie casually said, "Stop wasting your breath. No matter how much you scream, no one''sing to save you. Everyone in this hospital is either a patient or works for us. There''s no point in struggling."


    As Rosalie spoke, she raised the syringe and was ready to inject it.


    However, a voice suddenly rang out behind her. "Who told you no one woulde to save him?"


    Rosalie spun around and saw a young man in his twenties, staring at her coldly. He was neither a patient nor a doctor.


    She was startled. "Who are you?"


    Matthew gestured at Sebastian. "I''m the one who''s here to save him."


    Rosalie raised an eyebrow. "You think you can save him? This ce is sealed off,


    so there''s no way out. I can get you a bed too—"


    Before Rosalie could finish her


    sentence Matthew suddenly grabbed her by the hair and


    mmed her head against the wall.


    With a bang, blood trickled down


    from her forehead.


    Grimacing in pain, Rosalie gritted her teeth and snarled, "How do you hit me? Have you thought about what''s going to happen? Security! Where are you?"


    Matthew yanked Rosalie''s hair and mmed her against the wall again. As her head hit the wall, bits of white paint were chipped away. Rosalie passed out as everything went dark.


    Matthew then turned and grabbed the scissors from the cart.


    Upon seeing this, Sebastian suddenly yelled, "Stop! Don''t do it. Don''t kill her."


    Matthew looked at Sebastian in confusion. "Why? Have you grown soft-hearted?"


    Sebastian shook his head. "No. I want to kill her myself."


    Matthew was taken aback. It took tremendous bravery for a regr person to kill


    someone.


    Back when Matthew began training with Nichs, he was afraid of getting into fights. If he injured someone and they bled, he''d feel guilty for a long time.


    His first time killing someone left him unsettled for a long time. That was why he was so shocked when he heard Sebastian''s words.


    Sebastian desperately pleaded, "Please set me free first, Mr. Grant."


    Matthew swiftly freed Sebastian from his restraints. "Are you certain about killing her? Aren''t you worried about getting in trouble?"


    After stretching his arms and legs,


    Sebastian grabbed a diagnosis report from the cart. "Take a look


    at


    this, Mr. Grant. Here''s my psychiatric evaluation report."