Winnie chose to go home directly after she left the hospital.

She fixed her eyes outside the window throughout the way home, and there was no light in her eyes.

Before the door, she input the password but before she pushed the door open, the door was opened from the inside.

It was her assistant. She looked at Winnie worriedly, “Where have you been, Ms. Truman? I have been unable to contact you since last night when I saw your messages. And you were not at home. So, you …”

The assistant then suddenly noticed her swollen face and the thick bandage around her wrist, “Ms. Truman, Chassell the bastard has threatened you again, right? I will call the police!”

Winnie stopped her and squeezed these words out of her throat, “I’ve called the police. That’s okay. I will have a sleep and then it would be fine.”

“But you…”

Winnie put a faint smile on her face, “Don’t bother. You can just go home right now.”

Then she walked slowly into the bedroom and closed the door behind her before she collapsed onto the bed.

Though she had stood awake for a whole day and night and she was now literally exhausted, she could not fall asleep.

The moment she closed her eyes, she saw the picture in which Channing was taken away by the police.

It was quite stifling.

Tears began to trickle down her cheeks silently, her hands pressed on her heart heavily.

Soon, she burst out crying and she felt as if her throat were strained and herself strangled.

She just lied there as if she were dead, not knowing how long she had been there and when the night fell.

She felt as if she had been devoured by darkness.

A few hours later, she felt the door of her room was opened. And someone was calling her.

Later, silence reigned her room again. Sound of cooking and then smell of foods began to be sent over through the door.

When she sat up, she felt herself dazzled.

With her body leaning against the wall, she walked out slowly towards the living room.

Sherry was sitting on the sofa and waved to her, “You finally wake up.”

Winnie greeted her before she looked at the kitchen.

It was Stella who was cooking there.

Winnie was stunned a bit, “Why are you here?”

With a pot of fish soup in hand, Stella headed out of the kitchen, “Your assistant found us in the studio. She said you were in bad condition and she was quite worried about you.”

A sense of embarrassment climbed on Winnie’s face. She said awkwardly, “It’s nothing. I can just have a good sleep and I will be better.”

Sherry said, “We took the temperature of you. You've got a fever. You should take good care of yourself or your wound will get infected.copy right hot novel pub