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You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1168
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In the exclusive workroom for cleaners at Shilla Department Store.

A cleaner was squatting on the floor rummaging for something, "Hey, why is my bottle missing? Have any of you seen it? A glass

bottle this size." She gestured.

"Didn't see it. It's strong acid. If someone takes it by mistake, something will happen. Why didn't you put it away?" Another janitor

said, "If the supervisor finds out, you will be fined again."

"I obviously have put it away. | used it these two days to clean up the rooms, and | also used it yesterday. | have definitely put it

here!" The cleaner complained.

"I don't know. You better not say too much. If you lose it, you lose it. Just pretend you don't know, and don't let the supervisor

know."

"Hey, okay. That bottle is very corrosive, so | just hope nothing will happen.”

The cleaner muttered, and walked out of the workroom.

It's too strange and dangerous, and she obviously had put it properly. Someone must have sneak in and take it away. What's the

point of stealing this? It was not worth anything, really.

Meanwhile...

Charlotte returned to the hotel where she had checked in and locked the door behind her.

Tommy was waiting for her inside the room, and when he saw her holding a glass bottle in a couple plastic bags, he asked, "Miss

Charlotte, what is it?"

"You stay out of it, and don't touch it. It's something | need to use." Charlotte placed the glass bottle in the far corner under the

table. She had stolen it from the cleaner and was ready to put it to good use.

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She didn't feel it just now, but now her lower abdomen started to hurt again and she sat down on the chair holding her stomach.

His face gradually turned white and his lips trembled.

"Oh." Tommy didn't ask more questions, and he gave her a worried look, "By the way, Miss Charlotte. here are the painkillers |

bought. You've already finished your medicine, right?"

Charlotte nodded her head.

She had run out of the painkillers she had brought out, and the regular painkillers were not effective at all; she needed the higher-

grade Opioid, which was only available with hospital prescription.

"I got it for a high price from a black market drugstore." Tommy knew what Charlotte wanted to ask, and he poured her a glass of

water.

Charlotte tilted her head and swallowed the pill.

"Miss Charlotte, Opioid can't be taken for a long time, and it's addictive." Tommy blushed. This painkiller was an alkaloid extracted

from inside the poppy to relieve pain, and it was addictive when taken for a long time, and large doses could lead to coma and

asphyxiation.

If this continued, Charlotte would have to rely on drugs to stop the pain in the future.

"I know that too, but what can | do? | can't get through the pain without medication. Besides, I'm already addicted." Charlotte said

through gritted teeth.

"We need to get to the hospital and get a surgery." Tommy was anxious, "But once we get into the medical system, Otis will

definitely be able to find us. Now we checked in with fake documents. Otis dare not make too much noise, so we can hide

temporarily."

Charlotte's eyes darkened and she knew that surgery to remove her uterus might be able to relieve her current pain.

But the massive trauma Otis inflicted on her body went beyond simply taking out her uterus. The long term illness was never cured

and damaged her central nervous system, which was why she was in so much pain. It could only be relieved by constantly

increasing her dose of pain medication.

"Miss Charlotte," Tommy watched Charlotte's face and asked cautiously, "Didn't you say that you were going to see a friend today

who would help you? Have you ... seen him yet?"

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