The bedroom door closed. Michelle Quinn sat on the edge of the bed, holding Nina Walsh's hand, her eyes filled with heartache.
They had only been apart for two days, but Nina Walsh looked like a completely different person. Her expression was haggard, as if she had been through immense hardship and suffering. She didn't look like a 24-year-old young woman at all.
"Lemon, what happened to you? Mr. Lloyd said Aiden Sinclair took you. Dr. Grant and I have been looking for you everywhere."
If Aiden Sinclair hadn't suddenly shown up at Michelle Quinn's door at 5 AM this morning, she would have been at the police station filing a report right now.
"Nina, are you okay? Say something! Don't scare me!"
Feeling Michelle Quinn's warm embrace, Nina Walsh finally spoke. "Get me out of here."
...
About an hour later, Michelle Quinn came downstairs, holding an empty porridge bowl.
Aiden Sinclair let out a sigh of relief. "The doctor is on the way. Please stay a little longer, Miss Quinn."
