What was Sophia gonna do about this tricky spot she was in?

She popped open a bottle of wine, pacing around the room, deep in thought.

Should she spill the beans to Ethan and persuade him to get personalized medical help?

Or should she just let the effects of the drug wear off slowly, bit by bit?

Sophia took a swig of the strong whiskey, a cheeky grin creeping onto her face.

Nah! Neither of these choices seemed right to her.

Why should she hope for Ethan's ...