Rosalind White had lived for over twenty years, but never had she felt such fear!
She opened her mouth in panic, but her throat burned as if it were on fire...
Her vocal cords were hoarse, even uttering a word or two was difficult!
No, her voice, which she had always been proud of, as melodious as a yellow warbler emerging from a valley, how did it become like this?!
...
Adrian Law truly destroyed her voice over a cat; what a terrifying method!
For a girl, it was too cruel!
Rosalind trembled in shock, shivering, her pale face gazing at Adrian with tears streaming down her face.
Adrian, don't you have a heart?
I am your benefactor, just a weak woman, how could you poison my throat—
Rosalind mouthed her silent accusation, knowing Adrian, who had learned lip reading, would understand her perfectly.
Tears poured down as Rosalind sat on the cold marble floor of the hospital, like a withered lotus drained of water, drifting alone on the surface.
