Chapter 880

It was a message from John, accompanied by a photo. The photo showed Bruce sitting up in bed, eating breakfast. The message beneath it read, "Mrs. Harold, Mr. Harold asked me to let you know that everything is fine. Don't worry." The moment I saw that text, a sense of relief washed over me, calming the restless anxiety that had been building up inside. "Everything is fine" meant not only that Bruce's physical condition and situation were stable but also that our act had successfully fooled everyone. I quickly tapped on the photo to enlarge it and scrutinized every inch. Bruce's eyes were lowered. With one hand, he held a bowl, which appeared to be tomato soup, while the other held a spoon. However, his face was as pale as it had been the day before, with his lips almost colorless. The back of his hand gripping the spoon still had a bandage from the IV, and there was a large bruise on it, possibly from the needle being repositioned. The sight of it was startling. At first glance,