Chapter 633

Maeve felt a sharp pain in her arm and gasped. Instinctively, she wanted to pull her hand back, but a man's voice commanded, "Don't move!" "Who are you?" she demanded. Just then, a nurse switched on a flashlight, and Maeve shielded her eyes. The room was pitch dark, with no windows or lights. "You have a fever," the nurse explained. "Mr. Larson sent us to treat you." By the flashlight's glow, Maeve saw the discarded plastic wrap of the fever reducer. She relaxed a bit and said coldly, "How long does Liam plan to keep me here?" "We don't speculate on Mr. Larson's intentions," the nurse replied. After realizing they knew nothing, Maeve pressed, "Is he planning to kill me?" "If Mr. Larson wanted you dead, you wouldn't be alive now." "Alright. I need to use the restroom." Her request took the doctor by surprise. "It's a basic human need. You don't expect me to go here, do you? Does Liam have a fetish for watching people use the bathroom?" Maeve had already noticed the two-way m