Chapter 846

Dawson walked over and whispered, "Let me handle this." The nurse passed him the supplies and stepped back quietly. Dawson patted Tiffany's wrist and said, "Flip your hand over." But Tiffany wasn't going to make it easy. "If you don't, Mr. Grant's going to lose it and do it himself. Trust me, you don't want that," he added. Tiffany remained silent. Suddenly, she felt Dawson slip a thin needle into her palm, and quickly curled her hand into a fist. "Melissa, tighten your grip. I'm about to give you the shot," he said. The needle was short but firm, and even just resting in her fist, she could feel its sharp tip digging into her skin. If she squeezed any harder, it would push deeper and cut into her flesh. Dawson's words hinted at something deeper. Why was he sneaking her the needle? Could he be working for Vincent on the side? It was the only explanation that made any sense. A glimmer of hope lit up in Tiffany. She didn't have to be scared anymore if Dawson was really on Vincen