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Amber only spread Frank a glance before turning away and greeting Trysta’s distraught parents. “Mr. Wilson, Mrs. Wilson.”

“Amber.”

Before Amber’s mother could say anything more, she broke down in tears. She was a very gentle woman, thin and skinny. “Please help me look after Trysta. What’s she going to do?”

Amber nodded, not asking about the situation as she went into the room to first look at Trysta.

The room was even more devastated than the living room. Trysta was being pressed against the bed by her brothers and sisters in-law, like a beached fish stranded on a land full of despair with nothing she could do but yell her heart out.

Amber took a set of medicine that she had prepared earlier out of her bag. “Her voice is completely hoarse. Take this and prepare some water for her.”

“Alright.” With trembling hands, Trysta’s mother took the medicine and turned around to pour out some water.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Amber stepped over the jumble of random items on the floor as she called out Trysta’s name from the foot of the bed.

Trysta didn’t respond, so Amber grabbed her hand to check her pulse, “How long has she been like this for?”

“Almost half an hour,” Trysta’s brother replied. “We’re too afraid to release our grip on her. One time when we did, she tried to kill him before trying to jump off the building.”

“Seeing Trysta like this ….”

“Shh!” Amber softly shushed him, and then pushed him aside and grabbed one of Trysta’s hands in his place. Trysta’s strength was much greater than she expected. She had been struggling for so long, but in the short time when Amber took over, Trysta almost struggled free.

Amber had no other option but to lie down on Trysta’s hand, using her entire body to hug Trysta as she incessantly called out, “Trysta, Trysta, Trysta, beautiful Trysta, adorable Trysta, the most perfect Trysta who we know … will you calm down?”

Then, Amber whispered into Trysta’s ears, “I know that you’re certainly very mad, and you want to kill him, don’t you? I’ll help you.”

“I’ll help you!”

“I’ll definitely help you!”

Amber repeated this phrase a few times. Maybe it was because Trysta was finally tired from venting, but her howls weakened soon after, and then when she recognized Amber’s voice, she turned her head around to look at Amber.

Amber raised her voice. “If you’re quiet, then we’ll let you go, alright? Promise me, and believe in me!”

Trysta started panting as she continued to look straight at Amber.

Amber didn’t shy away, looking straight back at Trysta, her gaze calm and resolute. Trysta slowly calmed down, but the expression on her face remained as malevolent as ever. “I want him to die!”

“Alright.” Amber didn’t hesitate to agree at all.

“Now, immediately, right away!”

“Alright!” Amber responded even more decisively. Then, she turned around and said, “Go and pour two glasses of water for us,” as she looked at Trysta’s mother.

The requested water quickly came. Trysta saw Amber drop two pills into one glass, and then call Frank in.

Upon seeing him, Trysta couldn’t hold the enmity in her eyes back, and she started shrieking shrilly again. Amber hugged her tightly and said to Frank, “Trysta’s thirsty, and she wants you to feed her a glass of water.”

Frank hesitantly looked at Trysta, and then picked up a glass of water.

“Wait.” Amber stopped him. “She’s afraid that you’ll poison her, so drink this glass of water first.”

An embarrassed expression emerged on Frank’s face, but he didn’t protest as he downed the glass of water in one gulp.

And then, he collapsed onto the floor in a heap.

He had fallen so suddenly that everyone was shocked, and Trysta’s two sisters-in-law even yelled out in fright for a brief moment.

All of Frank’s family members were standing by the door and were subsequently shocked upon seeing the situation. Frank’s mother and aunt quickly ran forward as they desperately shouted, “Frank! Frank!”

But Frank didn’t respond at all, almost as if he was dead.

Amber didn’t look at either of them, focusing solely on Trysta as she conspicuously spoke by her ear, “That was a prohibited drug from our laboratory. Those who ingest it will fall into a deep coma. Not long after, he’ll start to have difficulty breathing and then his heart and lungs will collapse.

The cause of death isn’t very different from a sudden heart attack, and even forensic investigators will have a hard time identifying his true cause of death.”

She hugged Trysta as she asked, “Isn’t it better this way?”

Trysta completely quieted down, now looking at Amber dazedly. Amber smiled in response, and then said to Trysta’s equally dazed brother, “Trysta’s thirsty. Get her some water to drink.”

When the water was brought over, Amber personally helped Trysta drink it. As Amber held the glass up, she said, “Don’t be afraid, and don’t worry. Drink this and go to sleep. After you wake up, everything will be fine. Don’t worry. If anything happens, I’ll shoulder the blame with you.”

Perhaps it was because Frank’s ‘death’ had shocked her too much, or perhaps it was because Amber’s words had warmed her heart, but for whatever reason, Trysta actually cooperated and drank that glass of water.

Not long later, amidst the sobs of the Yuval family, she closed her eyes and fell into a peaceful sleep.

Only then did Amber lightly exhale, put down Trysta, and turn to address the distraught Yuval family. They were all clustered around Frank, hugging him, crying, and calling for help. “Don’t worry, he’s not dead. He just ingested a few sleeping pills.”

Even though she had been ‘whispering’ into Trysta’s ears, she hadn’t done it very softly, so most people in the room had heard at least a little of that exchange.

In this sort of situation, it was honestly already quite level-headed for them to only embrace Frank instead of rushing up to Amber to beat her up.

Nevertheless, when Amber spoke, despite her gentle tone, a cold indifference permeated her words.

Frank’s mother and aunt both choked at her callousness, and then his aunt criticized her. “As a doctor, how can you frighten someone like that?”

“Then, should I wake Trysta up and let her stab him?” Her tone was practical and realistic as she continued, “I do have to say, she’s currently in a bad mental state. Even if she does stab him, it would be a waste.”

Frank’s mother and aunt, who were familiar with Trysta’s crazy behavior, were rendered speechless.