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"Cough, cough."

He coughed violently a few times; his fever clearly hadn't broken.

Winona frowned and unceremoniously showed him the door. "Don't infect me."

In the past, a single cough from him would have kept her up all night with worry.

Now, her only concern was catching his bug.

Zachary muffled another cough, turned his wheelchair around, and slowly exited the room.

Winona kept her back to him, waiting until the sound of the wheelchair faded away before gently pulling her hand away from the cat.

"Meow."

Bluebell let out a soft cry and quietly went back to eating her food.

Winona took a deep breath, her lips twitching into a wry smile. Honestly, the old her would have never imagined she could become so cold-blooded.

She looked down and replied to Natalie's text, then took a shower and lay in bed, forcing herself to fall asleep.

Her head was still throbbing. She was lucky this time, coming away with only a mild concussion.

She might not be so fortunate next time.

That was why she absolutely refused to let whoever was behind this get away with it.

Meanwhile, once Natalie confirmed that Winona was safe, she set her phone down and rubbed her strained eyes.

The legal profession was far less glamorous than outsiders imagined. Dealing with bizarre clients and modest legal fees meant she had to hustle constantly to make a living. She lived frugally, refusing to spend over fifty dollars on a purse, all just to afford a home in this concrete jungle.

Thankfully, her dream was finally within reach. She had already found the perfect neighborhood.

The front door opened, signaling the return of her boyfriend, Luke Wilder.

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