Mark opened the door and saw Elaine 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?"
Elaine froze.
Amused, Mark taunted, "Go on. Jump. I'll look out for you. When someone comes, I'll let you know. Hurry up."
Elaine 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, Elaine looked out at the dark yard again before retreating sheepishly back to the bed.
Mark scoffed. "Find your courage first before committing suicide."
"I'm not killing myself! I just want to get out of here! Why would I commit suicide?!" Elaine huffed agitatedly.
Her remark surprised Mark though. "You want to leave? Why?"
Looking at him coldly, Elaine 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 nonchalant 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.
Elaine 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, Elaine accepted the ointment and started applying it on her face.
Mark couldn't help but think as he glanced 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.
Elaine simply glanced at him without saying anything.
Intrigued, Mark pursued, "Tell me!"
Again, Elaine tossed an indifferent glance 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 was coming from.
"Oh, I see," Mark uttered.
When Ruben called him and asked him to come in a hurry, he asked what had happened, and Ruben told him everything.
When he recounted the incident, he sounded flat and normal. He might have stayed by Vincent's side for a long time that he felt numb to all these things.
But Elaine 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...
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