At midnight, Stella followed Frederick back to his apartment.
He took the medicine from the refrigerator and sat on the chair in front of the dining table. He then coldly gestured Stella to sit next to him.
Stella Grace took a look at the blue medicine and the syringe in his hand. She sat next to Frederick Addington then rolled up her sleeves to expose her fair arms.
Frederick's lips twitched. "Aren't you afraid of dying? I told you before that once the symptoms kick in, not only would you feel as if your body is being torn apart, you could also die in the most painful way as well."
Yet Stella stared at Frederick calmly.
Sometimes, death could have its significance. Rather than her struggling to survive, it would worth more to exchange her life for Jasper Milton's.
"Weren't you the one who insisted on having me injected with this?" Stella asked coldly.
"Haha." Frederick chuckled.
