“Eveline, it’s me.”

Shirley lifted her hand to pat Madeline’s arm softly.

Madeline turned her head to look, and surprise flashed in her eyes. “Shirley?”

“It’s me.” Shirley nodded. “Madeline, this is St. Piaf,” Shirley then said.

“St. Piaf?” Madeline frowned, gradually recalling all that had happened before falling unconscious.

It was clear to her now. She had been Carter’s initial main target in his revenge plan.

As Madeline collected her thoughts, she heard Shirley’s kind reminder drifted