Though he spoke with indifference, there was an undeniable sense of dominance in his tone.
His inherent nature was never the kind to easily accommodate others; rather, he was always a ruthless character who excelled in his own realm.
The only person who could make him show restraint was right there.
No one responded.
Caleb Baker raised his eyes, his chilling gaze intimidating, "Hurry up!"
His angry roar jarred the silence.
Everyone was instantly awakened.
The police officer, wearing a worried look, gestured sharply, "Come, hand it here."
A junior officer who had never seen a situation of this magnitude nervously handed over the first aid kit.
Caleb Baker was not concerned with people's reactions. He just had Yvonne Finley sit on the chair and he, leaning against the table, rolled up her sleeve, tending to the cut on her arm caused by her own fingernails.
Throughout the process, he did not say a word,
