"Mason, you're still worried about me, aren't you?"

Mason's face remained expressionless. "Take the medicine."

Irene's eyes lit up as she asked hopefully, "Could you feed me—"

"No," Mason rejected flatly.

Even if he needed to find the deleted surveillance footage from that night through her, he couldn't suddenly change his attitude towards her.

Since she had calculated and plotted to this extent, it was hard not to be suspicious.

"I'll leave it here. ...