Chapter 123

The Serial Rapist 

Back in the hospital room. 

Hilary returned and saw Michael sitting on the bed, rapidly typing on his phone. 

“What are you doing?” she suddenly asked. 

Michael flinched and instinctively hid his photte behind his back. 

“Hiding it? Talking to your girlfriend?” she leaned in, trying to see. 

He shook his head quickly. “N-no…”