Late that night, Gwen slowly came around. She opened her eyes to see Yvonne sleeping by the side of the bed next to her.

She thought of getting out of bed, but she realized her limbs were cuffed. While she was struggling, Yvonne's voice rang out.

"Are you trying to jump out of the window again?"

Gwen was stunned. She looked up at Yvonne, whose eyes were wide awake.

"Y-you're the one who saved me?" Gwen asked in an extremely hoarse voice.

Yvonne reached out and held Gwen's arm. She was feeling extremely guilty. "Gwen, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I found you too late."

Gwen shook her head. "You shouldn't have saved me."

"Why?" Ever since Yvonne had returned from Chuck's mansion, she had been by Gwen's side.

Looking at Gwen, Yvonne couldn't help but imagine what she must have experienced if she had lost all will to live anymore.

The more she thought, the more resentful she became toward Chuck.

Seeing how down Gwen looked, Yvonne was seething with hatred. "What did that bastar