Day Fourteen…
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Abigail took the first aid kit and picked up the bandage. She used it to wrap her arm that was cut by the attacker's knife. Then she came back to the living room where the attacker was lying unconscious.
She was contemplating what she would do to him. Either she would hand him over to the police or keep him for a while until he wakes up. She would try her best to get some answer from him. Who sent him? Who was the person behind this attacker?
"Sigh. Fortunately, Kathleen is not around, otherwise, she might get shocked from witnessing our intense fight." Abigail mumbled, tying the bondage tightly.
She looked around and realized that their room was in a great mess. Broken pieces of the vase scattered on the floor, along with her blood. The coffee table and chairs were in disarray.
The hotel housekeeping staff might be surprised when they saw this. Abigail could only shake her head.
