Rosalind Sullivan wanted to go to the window to take a look.
After all, if Dirk Carter fell and died, her clothes would be gone.
But she didn't dare to get up.
Because she was naked.
A wave of irritation surged in her heart, and she gritted her teeth, muttering, "Dirk Carter, just wait, I'll definitely settle accounts with you."
At that moment, Dirk Carter.
Had already come down to the first floor along the fire escape pipe.
As for Rosalind Sullivan's clothes, he didn't bring them down at all; they were just hanging outside the window, and Rosalind could see them as soon as she stuck her head out.
Outside the hospital.
A police car was parked.
Two officers in the car were chatting idly.
Dirk Carter looked around and happened to see a white coat hanging by a window.
He immediately reached out, grabbed it, and draped it over himself.
Keeping his head down, he brushed past the police car.
