"Yes, the patient had severe self-harming behavior. She chewed her hand to the bone that day..."
He stumbled, "Where is the psychiatric ward?"
"B building, third floor..."
Evan rushed to the psychiatric ward, inquiring at the front desk.
The nurse informed him, "The patient has been missing... the police have been alerted..."
"Missing?" Chills radiated from him as his pupils dilated.
"How long?"
"A week..."
He walked out, pulling out his phone.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he demanded of Mrs. Aldrich.
"I told you that day, someone else answered, she said she'd pass it on."
He hung up.
The police were involved, but the Surveillance showed she had left of her own accord.
Evan watched the surveillance footage of her fleeing barefoot from her bed.
But there were no cameras on the street outside, no clue where she went.
It was winter, snowy winter, and she disappeared wearing only a thin hospital gown.
He became frantic, ordering people to search for Zoe.
The doctor said the patient was likely to attempt suicide, having shown similar tendencies before.
Enraged, he threatened to sue the hospital.
Jocelyn sensed things spiraling out of control.
Didn't Evan not love Zoe? Why was he going through so much trouble?
Back at the company, he grabbed his secretary by the throat in front of everyone, "Why didn't you tell me?!"
The secretary, not comprehending, flushed, "What?"
His eyes blazing, he seemed capable of choking her to death.
Jocelyn intervened, "Evan, let go! You're going to kill her!"
Evan released his grip, and the secretary gasped for air like a fish out of water.
"I'm sorry... I was swamped that day... forgot..."
"You're fired." He turned and left.
An abnormal glint flashed in Jocelyn's eyes as she hurried after him.
Evan strode swiftly, leaving her behind. She watched the car disappear, her fists clenched beneath her sleeves, a smirk on her face.
Seems she did the right thing.
In a dim, dank basement, Jocelyn wrinkled her nose at the musty smell, wafting the air away.
The blade in her hand gleamed silver.
In the cramped space, there was only a single bed, a thin blanket covering the figure beneath.
"Ah." She tugged a corner, uncovering a disheveled person.
Zoe sprang up, huddling in a corner, staring at her.
Jocelyn laughed at her appearance. "You look so funny like this..."
Her forehead was bruised from her banging it against the wall.
"Well, let me give you a knife. You're better off dead like this."
Tsk, what a waste of those days of plain porridge.
Kneeling on the edge of the bed, she patted her face. "You really are pitiful."
Zoe stared at her fiercely, her face ghostly pale.
Jocelyn stood, brushing off her pants.
"To be honest, I felt pity for you. Your mistake was trying to snatch my man. Next life, choose your spouse wisely."
Zoe's lips trembled inexplicably at her words.
Jocelyn shook her head, offering the fruit knife. "Finish it yourself, I won't watch that."
She turned, a triumphant smirk curling her lips.
Her scalp stung as she was slammed against the bed frame, her eyes widening in disbelief. "You—"
Jocelyn's vision blurred.
