Chapter 792


    Mark opened the door and saw ine standing by the window in a loose white dress. The hemline


    of the dress floated as the night breeze blew, feeling as if she would be taken away by the wind.


    Arching his eyebrows at her, he looked at her cautious expression and teased, "Why? Are you


    going to jump off the window?"


    ine froze.


    Amused, Mark taunted, "Go on. Jump. I''ll look out for you. When someonees, I''ll let you know.


    Hurry up."


    ine stared at him. "Why should I jump?"


    "What are you doing there then?" Crossing his arms in front of his chest, Mark looked at her with a


    smile. "Hurry up and jump. I''ll watch your back."


    Swallowing nervously, ine looked out at the dark yard again before retreating sheepishly back to


    the bed.


    Mark scoffed. "Find your courage first beforemitting suicide."


    "I''m not killing myself! I just want to get out of here! Why would Imit suicide?!" ine huffed


    agitatedly.


    Her remark surprised Mark though. "You want to leave? Why?"


    Looking at him coldly, ine snapped, "Drop your act. He looks like Dr. Perkins but he is not him!


    Why should I stay here then?"


    Upon hearing that, Mark simply looked at her with a nonchnt hum and nothing else.


    His attitude convinced her that she was right.


    Indeed, that man was not Dr. Perkins.


    Thinking of these days when she had regarded him as Dr. Perkins, it brought goosebumps all over


    her body.


    "Don''t just sit there. Let me check your wound." Mark turned on the lights.


    ine threw her face away. "I''m fine..."


    She didn''t know any of these people, and she didn''t want anything to do with them.


    Ignoring her indifference, Mark looked at the bruises on her face and knew that she had been


    beaten.


    "Apart from the bruise on your face, is there any pain anywhere?" Mark asked.


    She shook her head.


    With that, Mark nodded, opened his medicine chest, took out the ointment, and threw it to her.


    "Apply wherever it hurts."


    Knowing that she shouldn''t take her injuries easily, ine epted the ointment and started


    applying it on her face.


    Mark couldn''t help but think as he nced at her docile look, "Why does Vincent like such a girl? He


    can have all the women in the world but this is what he likes..."


    "What makes you think he''s not Howard?" Mark asked curiously.


    ine simply nced at him without saying anything.


    Intrigued, Mark pursued, "Tell me!"


    Again, ine tossed an indifferent nce at him.


    Mark leaned closer to her and said, "Tell me and I''ll let you go."


    His sudden approach scare her that she jumped away quickly and said after a while, "Dr. Perkins is


    not as merciless as he is. H- He shot someone without hesitation..."


    It was as if he was used to killing.


    Hence, she feared where this person wasing from.


    "Oh, I see," Mark uttered.


    When Ruben called him and asked him toe in a hurry, he asked what had happened, and


    Ruben told him everything.


    When he recounted the incident, he sounded t and normal. He might have stayed by Vincent''s


    side for a long time that he felt numb to all these things.


    But ine was different. She came from a simple background and had never seen such a cruel


    scene before, so it was normal for her to be frightened after seeing Vincent kill someone just like


    that.


    However, he didn''t expect that she actually doubted Vincent''s identity from this point.


    Thus, he didn''t know whether to say she was smart or silly.


    She was silly for not being able to recognize Vincent''s true identity after such a long time...


    Yet she was smart for suspecting Vincent was not Howard based on a single clue...


    When Mark packed up his things and intended to leave, ine stopped him. "You said you''ll let me


    go."


    "I will, but I have no say over here," Mark replied with a smile. "Why don''t you jump out of the


    window, and I''ll pretend I didn''t see anything?"


    ine gasped in disbelief.


    Darn it!


    Pushing her away indifferently, Mark tittered,


    "Forget about it. You can''t escape from here. Just stay."


    No one could get away from Vincent, especially the woman he liked.


    Sighing dejectedly, she sat back, not knowing what to do.


    Finally, she climbed onto the bed, deciding to sleep. She thought she would not be able to sleep


    due to the trauma, but never did she expect that she drifted off into the slumbernd as soon as she


    lay down on the cozy bed.


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    However, it was a restless sleep as she kept having chaotic nightmares. Sometimes it was a scene


    of a drunken man cursing at her; sometimes it was Dr. Perkins who had a mask on. She was


    confused and perplexed.


    Then, it was the appearance of the bald man before he died. His eyes were bulging and there was


    blood on his head. It was such a scary and disgusting sight.


    When she finally opened her eyes, she found that it was dawn.


    Looking around, she was alone in the bedroom and no signs of anyoneing in.


    Hence, she went to the bathroom and found that the swelling on her face had subsided when she


    washed her face.


    Suddenly, there was a knock on the door followed by Morgan''s voice, "Miss Jacob?"


    She thought of what Morgan said to her the other day, "What would you do if one day you realize


    that Dr. Perkins is not who you think he is?"


    How could she be so stupid? It was such an obvious hint!


    ine, you dum-dum!


    There was another series of knocking again. "Miss Jacob, are you in there? Are you up? The maid


    said she heard noises inside."


    After washing her face, she opened the door and went out.


    Seeing her open the door, Morgan let out a sigh of relief. "You''ve been sleeping for more than ten


    hours. You must be hungry. Breakfast is ready. Would you like to eat now?"


    Standing by the door, ine asked, "Where are my clothes?"


    The clothes she was wearing now were pajamas that Vincent gave herst night.


    With a smile, Morgan replied, "The maid has washed your clothes and put them away. Do you want


    to wear them now?"


    ine nodded.


    "Then I''ll get the maid to bring it over to you."


    With a nonchnt hum, ine turned and shut the door.


    Morgan was taken aback by her action before he came to his senses and ordered the maid to bring


    over ine''s clothes.


    It seemed that she was furious but Vincent did not know how tofort a person. What should he


    do?


    After putting on her clothes, ine went downstairs quietly where Morgan had already been waiting


    for her. When he saw hering down, he greeted with a wide smile, "It''s all your favorite food."


    Ignoring him, she went straight to the door.


    However, Morgan did not chase after her as he knew that she could never leave here at all.


    As expected, as soon as she went out, she was "escorted" back by the bodyguards standing


    outside the door. She shouted in agitation, "What are you doing?"


    The bodyguard "escorted" her to the living room and turned around to go out.


    Annoyed, she started to run towards the door again.


    But then again, her escape came to no avail.


    As soon as she arrived at the door, she was


    "escorted" back by the bodyguards.


    Reluctant to ept her fate, she tried again and again, and when she was "escorted" back for the


    tenth time, she knew that she couldn''t escape from here.


    She red at Morgan angrily and snapped, "Tell them to stay away from me, and let me go!"