Chapter 99: A Bottle of Safflower Oil (8)

Isabel Smith sat up on the bed, her whole body covered in cold sweat, gasping for air. But the lingering fear from the nightmare continued to spread within her, accompanying her blood flow, seeping into every inch of her body.

Isabel blinked for a long time before realizing she was in her own room. Her heart gradually settled down. She quickly grabbed the remote control from the pillowside, turned on the TV, and waited for a melodious song to emerge. Isabel finally sighed in relief, but there was still an underlying sense of heaviness. She threw off the quilt, got out of bed, and looked for water to drink.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, Isabel realized that her injured foot did not feel any pain.

Isabel frowned and looked down to see that her swollen toe, which had resembled a small bun, appeared to have reduced slightly in size.