Helena clutched her stomach as she wailed. Blood trickled down her thighs to the floor, and the sight of it made the men in the room panic.
A red-haired man elbowed his colleague, fear in his eyes as he asked, "What do we do now? She's bleeding a lot, this is something serious."
The others looked grimly at their leader. It wouldn't bode well if the girl died, but they didn't know what to do. She had lost a lot of blood, and her wailing was making them feel worse.
Their leader cursed under his breath and said, "Boss isn't picking up my calls. Take the car and go find a doctor, quickly."
Helena groaned and cried again. She felt like she was dying, and needles were pricking her stomach. "Please make it stop, it's so unbearable," she whimpered.
"Do you think she ate poison?..."
"Did you give her anything you shouldn't?" The leader snapped, glaring at the person who spoke. "There is no such thing in this room—where is the cat?" He frowned.
