Annabelle Linton handed him her bag and turned toward the restroom.
In truth, she could barely stand it any longer. She felt terribly ill, but she didn't dare show any weakness around Leona Grant.
Annabelle Linton reached the restroom and coughed hard for a long time.
When she finally managed to stop, a streak of bright red stood out starkly against the pale yellow handkerchief she had pressed to her mouth.
Annabelle Linton unfolded the handkerchief. Just as she'd suspected, there was a bloodstain on it.
'Looks like testing the medicine has really done a lot of damage.'
She stared at the handkerchief, her eyes welling up.
'If I keep testing this medicine... what if I die before Leona Grant?'
'There's nothing I can do.'
Annabelle Linton wiped the corners of her eyes, pulled a small packet from her pocket, and swallowed a handful of pills.
'Just hold on a little longer, Annabelle. You'll both survive.'
