The next morning, Jasmine Yale woke up feeling weary and opened her eyes in a daze.
At the foot of the bed stood a woman in a white lab coat.
The woman had a mask on, and Jasmine instinctively sat up in protest.
Before long, Spencer Childe walked in.
"Awake? Give her a physical check-up," commanded Spencer Childe.
"Okay." The woman doctor put on gloves.
Jasmine was highly resistant, but she was helpless.
If Yolanda Fern was still in Landon, she wouldn't die so quickly.
What about that bastard, Joe Heath? Had he figured out that she was missing?
Jasmine suddenly wanted to laugh, and cry.
But Sylvan Cheney had taken Joe's phone. Could he find out?
She pondered for quite a while last night - if Joe could take her out, she would cherish her life, and never trust anyone so easily again.
Yet, she feared that she might not have the chance to get out alive.
"Doctor, did you drive here?" Jasmine asked casually.
"Elder Childe gave me a lift," the doctor responded blandly.
