Chapter 268: He Is In A Bad Shape

• There was a razor blade on the night table. She looked at it for a minute, and then she picked it up. “To cut or not to cut,” she murmured. “That is the question...” And then she began to giggle.
• What is it about Shakespeare and me this evening? - she wondered. Still smiling, she brought the knife to her Radial Artery. Back and forth, not up and down - she reminded herself.
• Just as she was about to begin cutting, someone knocked on the door. “Miss Smith! Miss Smith! Are you asleep?” It was one of the servants.