Their departure was hardly a secret.
It was promptly brought to Debra’s attention, who sneered disdainfully.
“You don’t take work seriously, do you?”
Kenny said,
“Mrs. Cooper, if we do not penalize Wesley and Sandra for unexcused absences from work, it may set a poor example for the rest of our workforce.”
His words struck a chord with Debra.
She replied, “See what the company policy dictates and administer the sanction accordingly.”
Kenny seemed dissatisfied. “Just that?”
Debra’s lips curled into a smirk.
“They are department leaders. Thus, they deserve threefold the penalty.”
Kenny immediately brightened at her response. “Mrs. Cooper, you are good.”
At a warehouse in Glory Hospital,
Rebecca was bound to a chair, her body marred by bruises and cuts. A fresh flow of blood ran from her forehead.
Her gaze remained defiant, resolutely refusing to divulge any information regarding Sandra.
A woman stood before her, dressed in Chanel haute couture. The click-clack of her stiletto heels reverberated through the room.
She would have been deemed elegant at Fashion Week, but now she seemed sinister within the shadowy confines of the warehouse.
“Still unwilling to speak?” the woman inquired, her lips twitching with a cold smile.
Rebecca glowered back.
“Very well, you’ve got spirit and loyalty. It doesn’t surprise me, since Sandra has granted you a job and cured your dad. She knows how to buy people’s hearts, doesn’t she?”
The position was given to her by Sandra?
Her eyes immediately moistened.
Sandra is really too kind to her.
She had nothing to repay Sandra for in her lifetime.
“It doesn’t matter if you don’t speak. Elle won’t leave you to die once she learns you’re here. I’ll wait for her arrival.”
Rebecca’s rage was palpable in her vehement retort about not sparing the woman, even in death.
Undeterred by her threats, the woman coldly dismissed them as boring.
At that moment, one of her bodyguards burst through the door, announcing Sandra’s imminent arrival.
Sandra had been meticulously tracking Rebecca’s whereabouts using sophisticated hacking techniques and was now closing in on the warehouse.
The woman glanced at her watch with appreciation.
“She’s quicker than I thought.”
“Shall we let her in?” her bodyguard inquired.
The woman nodded, instructing him to administer a specific drug to Rebecca.
Rebecca couldn’t withstand the torture and was forced to take it.
The woman smirked. “Sandra is going to beg me for the antidote.”
She departed through an alternate exit with her bodyguards. The moment they vacated, the warehouse door was violently kicked open.
Sandra stood at the threshold, an aura of fury about her.
Rebecca, overcome with relief, sobbed. “Sandra.”
Her voice choked with emotion.
Through her recent tortures, she had shed no tears. Now they streamed down her face uncontrollably.
Sandra surveyed the warehouse interior swiftly, releasing Rebecca from her restraints.
Rebecca gestured toward a section of the wall with a secret exit through which her captors had fled.
Sandra frowned.
They only wanted to show her Rebecca’s distress?
Their hasty retreat was baffling.
Ignoring the secret passage, Sandra grabbed Rebecca’s wrist instead.
Rebecca struggled, insisting she was unharmed.
Sandra remained silent and continued to check her pulse.
Immediately, Sandra’s face turned even darker.
Rebecca’s voice had become much quieter.
“I’ve been catching a cold lately. Just take some medicine, and it’ll be fine.”
Sandra released her hand.
“You’ve been given a slow-acting poison.”
Rebecca, taken aback, realized she was referring to the drug she had been forced to swallow.
“It is an experimental drug, and its properties have not been determined yet.”
This implied there might be no cure.
Pale with fear, Rebecca soon resigned herself to her fate.
“Sandra, it’s okay…”
Sandra interrupted.
“Without an antidote, you have only three months to live.”
Rebecca trembled.
“Sandra…”
“They’re forcing my hand!” Sandra clenched her fists, her eyes blazing with vengeful fire.
Rebecca knew she was on the brink of death.
Having weathered great hardship until her father’s recovery, she had hoped for a joyous life with her family moving forward.
Yet, fate had struck her with a bolt from the blue.
Sandra’s words abruptly brought her back to harsh reality.
Without hesitation, she seized Sandra’s wrist.
“Sandra, I recognize you as a benevolent soul,” her eyes brimming with tears, her voice resolute.
“Therefore, I cannot allow myself to be a burden to you.”
Sandra was stunned.
She had expected Rebecca to emotionally manipulate her into providing an antidote by paying her compliments.
Tears continued to trickle down as Rebecca went on,
“I have always prayed for my father’s recovery.”
“I vowed that if my father were to be healed, I would be willing to embrace death immediately.”
“Now that I’m not facing immediate death but granted three months, I’m immensely grateful.”
As she spoke, her tears became uncontrollable, cascading down like a breached dam.
“Sandra, those people are cruel and malicious. I couldn’t bear it if you came to harm because of me. I implore you, do not seek the antidote.”
Sandra appeared surprised. “Can you just dismiss your own life?”
“Sandra, you protected me, so I want to protect you too.” Rebecca dried her tears, striving to appear composed.
“I must not implicate you. It is my baseline.”
“If you risk your life out of sympathy, I will take my own.”
Sandra stood frozen.
She staunchly believed that pure-hearted individuals did not exist in the world, apart from her master.
Hence, even when faced with disdain and scorn from the Hill family or being forced into an arranged marriage, she felt sadness but not excessive torment.
Yet, upon witnessing Rebecca’s plight, her master’s words echoed within her.
Amidst the world, there is always sincerity worth pursuing.
She gently patted Rebecca’s shoulder.
“I got the antidote.”
Sandra couldn’t help but laugh at Rebecca’s befuddled expression.
“When I was abroad, I unintentionally offended some people. Their retaliation seemed quite normal to me. But I did not anticipate that it would involve you.”
Rebecca said, “I’m glad to shield you from calamity.”
“Don’t say that.”
Sandra continued,
“I own a lab abroad where I conduct research on the antidote.
Now, I plan to continue the research here. Would that interest you?”
Rebecca was extremely intrigued.
After all, this was the antidote she desperately needed.
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