So, it was Timothy York who had given her the fever reducer...
Summer Thorne couldn't help but close her eyes.
'The whole reason I made this decision was in the hopes of finding an opportunity to leave this house—'
'even if it meant going to a clinic in some remote village, I might have had a chance to leave this place, to return to reality.'
'But now, it was clear I had failed.'
'Timothy York wouldn't give me an opportunity like that.'
Summer Thorne couldn't help but close her eyes again.
Just then, Timothy York pushed the door open and walked in, just in time to see Summer Thorne closing her eyes.
He walked over slowly, sat on the edge of the bed, and placed his hand on her forehead. "How are you feeling? Any better?"
Summer Thorne didn't want to admit it, but there was no denying how she felt physically.
She really did feel much better.
She opened her eyes again and looked at the man by her bed, silent for a moment.
