Ivy Smith slowly closed her eyes and leaned back into her chair.
She had fought, she had enjoyed, and she just wanted to live out the rest of her life in peace after experiencing life and death, why was it so hard?
-- What do you want?
-- to work with me.
Four words lay in the new email, the other party's intentions were clear, but she didn't want to go against her heart once again.
--I need to think about it.
Thinking for a long time, she replied tentatively.
A few moments later, the other party replied.
--Three days.
Three days to think about it. What would they do if they didn't respond by then? Continue to threaten, or just submit evidence?
Ivy Smith was in an endless tangle of anguish, and Alex Brown, who had arrived at the hospital, knew nothing about it.
In the ward, Emma Rosy has just finished feeding Keira her medicine and is wiping her face.