Sanford's tone grew colder as he continued, "Jaelyn, which hospital gave you that diagnosis? Where did you meet that highly skilled doctor? What effective prescriptions did they provide? Tell me!"

Sanford raised his voice, his words filled with seduction but laced with a sinister undertone.

His handsome face remained charming, yet at that moment, he resembled a ghost from the depths of hell, ready to deliver judgment.

Jaelyn was in a state of utter despair. She slapped his hand hard and implored, "Sanford, please let me go. I can't breathe!"

Sanford's eyes were still cold.