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When Nicole woke up, it was already the next morning.
The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was the figure standing by the window, with his back to the light and facing away from her, but she could still recognize who it was at a glance.
Jose Floyd—-
The scene before she fainted surfaced in her mind. She remembered collapsing at Jose Floyd's feet, begging him to save Ryan. So what about Ryan?
What about her nephew??
Nicole struggled to sit up, and the pain from the place injured by the wooden stick made her involuntarily let out a muffled groan, her face pale.
Her voice made the person standing by the window slowly turn his head.
Their eyes met without any warning, and the room fell silent.
The pain in her back was unbearable for Nicole, and she furrowed her brow tightly, sweat beads forming on her forehead. She sat up, her gaze icy cold as she looked at Jose Floyd: "Where is my nephew?"
