Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

"What?"

What does this have to do with Sophie?

Odie turned on his heel, addressing Jonah, "Clean up the scene, lock him up, interrogate thoroughly, and if he doesn't spill, just take care of it." "Yes, boss."

Meanwhile

Outside the Pearl Hotel, James was limping with a badly injured leg, leaving a trail of blood that led to an apartment building across the street.

Inside the apartment, William had dozed off waiting and was jolted awake by a loud door slam. He jumped off the couch and, seeing James sprawled at the door, rushed over to help him up. "Good grief, how do you always end up bleeding this much?" William let out a heavy sigh, realizing that being a doctor was no walk in the park.

Hired by one, then hired by another.

He had been in Devonport, then was sent overseas, and now he found himself in Summerfield.

The constant back-and-forth, treating the ailments of the wealthy-it was fast money but pure torture!

Who else managed to injure themselves every other day?

"Let me see the wound..."

It's obviously a knife

drenched in blood. Beneath the torn flesh, a

bleeding connection where the prosthetic met the knee, William was stunned.

"Yeah."

got into a

"With your leg?"

silence, William's frustration peaked. "Do you have any idea how expensive this prosthetic is? You're just wrecking it—and me!" Repairing

this leg

"How long?"

"About a month."

"That's too long."

"Then two weeks!"

"Still too long."

another doctor.

You waited too long to get it treated. It was ruined, but you didn't have to amputate. What were you thinking? Keeping the leg would have been

lacked the energy to argue with

lot to do and needed to walk normally, which only

other hand, it was

self-punishment. The high-tech

let him walk like a normat person but caused significant wear on his amputated bone. However, this