Chapter 956

He couldn't just kill Sellers-not yet. Sellers had to stay alive, so he could suffer, slowly and thoroughly.

...

The next day, Stella's surgery was scheduled without delay.

Right before being wheeled into the operating room, something occurred to her.

"By the way, who brought me to the hospital?"

Abby replied, "It was a passerby who happened to be nearby. Luckily, they got you here in time. If you'd lost any more blood, things could've turned out much worse."

Stella nodded. "Did we thank them?"

Abby smiled. "We did. Neville gave them a generous reward to show our gratitude."

"Please thank Neville for me."

"I will."

Just then, someone knocked at the door; Mr. Burton stepped in.

"Stella, there's no need to worry," he said reassuringly. "This procedure is low-risk. I'll do everything I can to heal your hand."

again. "Thank you, Mr. Burton. It means a lot that

"Even if you were any other

few more words of comfort, the nurses wheeled Stella away to surgery. Haynes, Neville,

from morning into the evening

room lights flicked off,

in years; if it

deep fatigue on his face

eyes dimmed, and the others-Haynes, Neville, Foreman-couldn't hide

small

all was already nothing short

Soon

werella was wheeled out,

lying

bed.

lips pale, cheeks

twisted painfully. For a brief moment, a murderous urge flared in his

Sellers

a hoarse voice, Foreman muttered, "I have some work I

noticed him leave; their attention was

at her before turning

middle of the night, then

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255