Chapter 1298: She Was Carried Back by Sam

As time ticked by, her cries gradually ceased. Sam suddenly realized how quiet she had become. Looking down, he saw the little girl in his arms had fallen asleep. Her delicate face was still streaked with tears, and her damp eyelashes looked like a small fan. Even in her sleep, she clung tightly to his collar. He tried to gently remove her hand, but she held on as if afraid he would leave. He chuckled silently and let her be. Seeing her sleep so soundly, Sam didn't want to wake her and carefully lifted her in his arms. His gaze fell on a knife on the ground. He bent down, picked it up, wrapped it in a handkerchief, and put it in his pocket. When Pearl woke up, she saw a familiar ceiling above her. The white room, white curtains, and white floor could only belong to Sam. "So I'm at Red Maple Villa now?" She sat up, looking around in disbelief. Her small hand instinctively touched her neck, and she murmured softly, "I can't believe I just survived an assassination attempt; it feels