Given the layout of Pyralia, the sanatorium and the hospital weren't far apart. One could even say they were very close.
With the deluxe ambulance taking so long to return, someone as sharp as Meredith Rowan would have undoubtedly realized something was wrong long ago.
And Julian Grant's gunshot—it likely wasn't just for show. It was probably a signal to tip someone off.
As Shirley Thorne pieced the logic together, she felt like her head was about to explode.
"So it's useless to go there now."
Shirley Thorne looked utterly dejected, as if the whole world had abandoned her. She desperately wanted to let out a string of curses.
'After all these years, we finally had the mastermind in our grasp, and what happens?'
'They escaped?'
'Even Meredith Rowan got away?'
Ethan Grant gently stroked her hair and smiled. "Don't worry. They won't get far."
This time, he was fully prepared.
"What's your plan, exactly?"
Shirley Thorne's eyes lit up, and a jolt of excitement ran through her.
