Michael’s eyes flickered with quiet amusement. He could already sense where this was headed.
He straightened his back, his calm voice cutting through the tension.
“Fine,” he said, almost lazily. “Since none of you trust me, I’ll take my leave.”
"But don't say I didn't tell you so."
He turned toward the door.
Francis’s lips curled into a triumphant sneer. “That’s right. Get out of here, cleaner boy. Don’t waste our time with your nonsense.”
Dr. Zimmer, puffed up with pride, stepped forward and inserted the needle into Evelyn Sinclair’s frail arm.
The purple liquid slid into her veins.
For a brief moment, silence ruled the ward as everyone held their breath.
Then—
“Ughhh—!”
Evelyn’s body convulsed violently.
Her back arched against the bed, her frail frame trembling as if struck
