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"That's enough. Stop making a fuss." Melissa took a step back to avoid the kiss. They stopped in front of Marc's ward. She carefully recalled the scene where she saw Ryleigh. "If I'm right, she is not sick." "What do you mean?" Murray smiled and asked. Melissa muttered to herself, "I can tell if she is sick by reading her face. Although she is pale, her eyes are clear, and she could walk steadily. The blood she spat out didn't smell right. To deceive you, she has put in a lot of effort such as bribing the doctors and nurses and using artificial blood." When Murray heard this, his heart sank. Ryleigh alone couldn't do so many things. So... "She has a helper," He deduces in a low voice. "You guessed it." Melissa was not surprised. Even she knew what was happening, so it would not be d