Suddenly, the air around Vincent was charged with a murderous intent. This information was critical to Katelyn, and now, Brendan was fully aware of it. This meant that the investigation would probably encounter significant hurdles.

Vincent’s demeanor became even colder as he continued, “How much does he know?”

Finding Katelyn’s biological parents was already a difficult task. With Brendan’s interference, the challenge would only intensify.

Mona shook her head and said, “I’m not sure. I’m not part of the main operations. I just overheard it by chance.”

In the very next instant, Vincent leaned closer, his grip tightening on her throat, his expression darkening. “You better be telling the truth. Otherwise, I’ll introduce you to a real nightmare.”

His cold aura brushed against her, causing Mona to shiver as if the cold was penetrating her bones. Vincent was truly fearsome. She had spent time with Brendan, who was intimidating in his own way, but he seemed insignificant next to Vincent. The two gave off completely different vibes.

Gazing into Vincent’s eyes, Mona hurriedly swore, “I’m not lying! I never want to experience that poison again!” The memory of the intense pain caused her to shudder again.

Vincent’s tone was icy as he said, “It’s in your best interest to be honest.” He then turned and walked away without another word.

It was only then that Mona allowed herself to exhale in relief. If she could just avoid further encounters with Vincent, she considered it a mercy.

Leaning against the wall, Mona began to plan her escape. But as she looked around, the harsh truth became clear. She was in a dark, lonely room with no way out. The layout was completely unfamiliar to her. Under these conditions, escape seemed virtually impossible.

Elsewhere, Katelyn was by the hospital bed, texting Alfy to reassure her. Considering everything that had happened today, she couldn’t help but worry that Alfy might be stressing over nothing.

As Katelyn worked on her message, Samuel, who was lying on the hospital bed, suddenly moved.

Katelyn immediately set her phone aside and turned to Samuel, quickly asking, “How are you feeling now? Try moving your hand first.” Samuel’s vision was blurry, but he could discern Katelyn’s silhouette.

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He struggled to get up from the bed, but his body resisted his efforts. Yet, his attempts allowed Katelyn to assess the mobility of his hands and other limbs. Though his movements were stiff and weak, the fact that he could move them at all was a good sign.

Katelyn was reassured by this observation. If his limbs were mobile, it indicated that his nervous system was functioning. Considering the poison he had absorbed, his delayed movements were to be expected. Samuel looked towards Katelyn and with considerable effort, said, “Miss Bailey.”

Katelyn responded with a gentle tone, suggesting, “Don’t try to talk yet. Close your eyes and rest a bit more.”

He had only just regained consciousness; it was normal for his body functions to be diminished temporarily. Recovery would take some time.

Samuel gave a faint nod, almost unnoticeable. He then obediently closed his eyes, and as time passed, he gradually felt strength returning to his body.

Thirty minutes later, Vincent appeared at the door. He stepped into the room and asked Katelyn, “How’s he doing?”

Just at that moment, Samuel opened his eyes and said, “Mr. Adams, I feel much better now.”

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