I walked down the hallway, heading for the bathroom. I then saw my uncle coming out of the area of the mansion where they had put that sleeping lady with the red hair. He was walking with a man beside him.
He then stopped to talk with one of the bodyguards. I listened quietly, trying to understand what they were talking about. "She's still unconscious, which is good, and tell the nurse to adjust her meds," he said.
Meds? I wondered to myself. Like medicine? For the lady with red hair? I asked myself.
"Yes, sir," the man replied. The man then whispered something I didn't quite understand to my uncle.
"…they found out about Edward?" I heard my uncle ask. "Good, let the scapegoat do what it's supposed to do."
"What if he speaks out and says something about the situation?" The bodyguard asked.
