“Oh? What kind of danger?” Lindsay arched an eyebrow, amused by the question.
“My sister saw a nurse getting bribed—someone paid her to use a drugged needle on you during your blood test,” Cheryl blurted out in a single breath.
She expected Lindsay to be shocked or at least rattled, but Lindsay’s reaction was almost nonchalant, as if she’d seen this coming.
“Oh, is that all?” Lindsay replied, entirely unruffled.
Her calmness made Cheryl frown. “Wait, you already knew?”
Lindsay nodded. “Yeah. I came to the hospital because I wasn’t feeling well, but I kept my guard up just in case.”
If it hadn’t been for what happened in her past life, maybe she wouldn’t have been so cautious. But because she was, she’d noticed a sharply dressed man whispering with a nurse down the hallway. She’d seen him slip her a check and something small—she couldn’t make out exactly what it was, but her instincts screamed that the nurse had just been bought.
Scanning the patients in the corridor, Lindsay realized none of them seemed like targets worth bribing a nurse for. Except her. So she’d quietly followed the nurse and managed to swap out whatever it was the man had given her.
She kept that tiny object, deciding she’d return it to its original owner once she found out who was behind all this.
“As long as you’re okay.” Cheryl patted her chest in relief, letting out a long sigh. But then she noticed something didn’t add up. “Wait—both you and my sister switched out the nurse’s stuff. So who actually ended up with that thing? Which of you switched it first?”
The question caught Lindsay off guard. Right—if Wendy had swapped it out first, then whatever Lindsay switched would have been what Wendy had already replaced. That would mean the bodyguard’s object ended up with Wendy.


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