His gaze was distant, his face contorted in pain.


    Witnessing his condition, my fear escted.


    In a trembling voice, I managed, “You need to calm down.


    We’ll be at the hospital soon…”


    Andrew seemed dazed, fixing an unblinking stare on me.


    My heart pounded in my chest, yet I remained silent, fearing any words might further upset him.


    We sat in tense silence.


    Suddenly, Andrew clutched his temple, wincing in pain.Content rights belong to N?velDrama.Org.


    When his gaze met mine again, it had cleared.


    Tentatively, I ventured, “Are you feeling any better now?”


    Distractedly, Andrew nced at my hand and then his own before apologizing, “I’m sorry.


    Shirley drugged me.


    ”


    “Drugged?” I gasped, staring at him in disbelief.


    He hadn’t specified the drug, but his erratic behavior suggested it was some kind of aphrodisiac.


    Andrew nodded, his voice filled with difort.


    “The drug clouded my judgment just now.


    I didn’t mean to offend you.


    Please, don’t hold it against me.


    ”


    With that, he moved to sit farther away, leaning against the car window to maintain distance, and turned his head away, avoiding any further eye contact.


    Seeing the tremble in Andrew’s back stirred mixed feelings within me.


    Andrew had once saved my life and supported me in many ways.


    Now, seeing him in this state, I felt both


    sympathy and concern for him.


    Yet, the fear that he might act unpredictably under the drug’s influence kept me from approaching or speaking further.


    All I could do was implore the driver repeatedly to hasten our journey to the hospital.


    Debra’s POV:


    We finally reached the hospital after my persistent urging.


    I helped Andrew find a doctor.


    The doctor examined him and administered an injection.


    Andrew’s temperature dropped.


    His face lost some of its redness, and his eyes looked noticeably calmer.


    The doctor then treated Andrew’s arm and facial wounds.


    He exined some aftercare instructions and mentioned Andrew’s condition wasn’t ideal.


    He rmended staying for observation.


    Andrew’s brow furrowed at the suggestion.


    “Can I not get hospitalized?”


    The doctor seemed slightly flustered.


    “But the burns are quite serious.


    ”


    The situation reached a stalemate until I spoke firmly.


    “Stay in the hospital.


    I’ll handle the admission process.


    ”


    Andrew appeared surprised but didn’t object, essentially agreeing with my decision.