Chapter 459

Frederick’s pupils dilated in an instant, a surge of anger flooding his eyes as he demanded, “What do you mean?”

Barnes, filled with righteous indignation, blurted out, “Mr. Winston, Hayes, he was… was…”

But his words were abruptly cut off. A searing pain suddenly spread from Barnes‘ throat, climbing upwards with brutal speed, choking the breath from his lungs.

Clasping his handcuffed hands to his neck, his body began to convulse.

“Argh… it hurts! It hurts…”

He muttered repeatedly, then slowly fell silent, collapsing to the ground, his condition unclear.

Marguerite, never having witnessed such a scene, fumbled in panic, urging Chuck to call

face

taken effect at

out? Well then, she’d

arrived swiftly, and the paramedics immediately conducted a thorough examination of

sustained permanent damage, and he’s in a coma. I’m afraid he might never speak again,” one

long until he

he could still write, right? Frederick

troubled as he replied,

flared at the vague answer, his voice a low growl, “I need

brain activity, but his body isn’t responding at

so close, yet always just

instinctively reached out and clasped Frederick’s clenched fist, squeezing

voice soft, “What caused him to fall into this state? Is

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