After Yolanda Greenwood lay down, the tears breached their dam in an instant.
The words Melissa Greenwood had just said cycled continuously in her mind, as if everyone around her suffered because of her.
It turned out that the person who deserved to die had always been her.
She didn't know what she had done wrong, nor did she know what she could still do.
The effects of the sleeping pills came quickly; she fell asleep in a daze, but her mind seemed to stay awake.
She seemed to be asleep, yet it was as if she wasn't.
The next day, Yolanda looked even worse; her complexion was ashen, and her eyes had lost all their light.
"What's happening?" Lola Gold was frantic, "When is Adam Sterling coming back?"
"Probably around noon," Noah Coldson was also anxious, "I'll send him a message later and hurry him up."
The two stood at the door, feeling that Yolanda inside the sickroom was like an old person at the end of their days, yet she was clearly in her twenties.