162. Poisoned Intention

"Darling..."

Ashton sat beside the bed where Hannah lay with her back to him. Gently, he reached for her shoulder, but she didn't move.

"Sweetheart, you need to take your medicine," Ashton urged.

"Go away," Hannah rasped.

"I'll go, but you must take your medicine first."

Hannah moaned softly, t...

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