Ellen's smile was almost perfunctory, and Aldana firmly blocked the door to prevent her from closing it. She lowered her voice, but it still revealed a hint of sharpness: "Ellen, stop messing around! Come out of the room! What exactly do you plan to do?!"
"Aldana, I've said I have a plan, don't worry, I won't do anything to him." Ellen's voice softened, "I know you don't want Philip Shaw dead. I won't do anything to Liam Summer." She looked at her, gently stroked Aldana's face, her touch very tender. "Alright, my silly sister, you can go back to sleep now. I promise, nothing will happen tomorrow."
Aldana bit her lip, looking at Ellen's calm face. Her anxiety eased slightly, and she asked softly, "Ellen, what are you really planning? Can you tell me?"
"I have a drug that can make him hallucinate. When he wakes up tomorrow, he'll think you have already been with him, so he won't bother you tomorrow."
