Chapter 474


Chapter 474:

Her eyes gleamed with excitement and a touch of curiosity, but there was no sign of empathy for the child’s pain in her gaze.

The others didn’t fault her for her reaction. In fact, they admired her boldness, knowing her exceptional skills could potentially turn the tide in this tough case.

At last, the child, tired of being examined like a mere object, spoke up sharply. “Step back. I don’t like the way you’re staring at me.”

Artist was momentarily stunned before shooting the child a scornful look. “Is that how you speak to someone trying to help you? Don’t you want to live?”

The child clenched…

His fists clenched, his expression turning from disdain to a quiet sadness. Of course, he wanted to live.

stepped protectively in front of him, her tone frosty. “Artist, it’s far from certain who will

her tone softening as she

“I’m Tom Stevenson. Are you going to treat

“Yes. Are you scared?”

something about him that felt oddly familiar. He reminded

the little girl who secretly passed her a piece of potato while Khloe was beaten and starving, Khloe might not have made it through. Sadly, that same kind-hearted girl, born and raised in the prison walls, never had the chance to leave. She died there, slowly and painfully, on a grimy, cramped prison

over the years, her advanced skills, and access to state-of-the-art medical equipment, she could do nothing to save

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haunt Khloe, a wound

After a long pause, Tom finally opened up. “I’m most scared of never seeing my mom

gesture, she extended her finger to him.

Artist interjected, interrupting the tender

to love playing the role of the good person. If you hadn’t challenged me to a competition, I’d swear you were an actress. Kid, let me teach you a lesson today. Those who talk too much won’t be of any use when it really

him. He pulled back the finger he had almost extended to

who were

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