But then, did she have any choice but to take this risk?
Taking the risk could kill her, but it offered a sliver of hope.
Not taking it would also kill her, but with no hope at all.
Annabelle Linton was silent for a moment before saying with a smile, "Because I don't want to just wait around to die. Even if I'm going to die, I want to go down fighting, giving it my all. If I still die after all that, I'll have no regrets."
Quentin Holland looked at her. Her face was set with determination.
He wanted to say something, but in the end, he said nothing at all. ...
Annabelle Linton's fourth drug trial began.
Her arms were already covered in needle marks, and now there was one more.
Because of the cold weather, she was wearing more layers, and the injection sites were high up on her arms. Annabelle Linton had even dabbed some makeup over the marks, which was why Leona Grant hadn't noticed them.
If he had, he would have surely grown suspicious.
