Newark Police District.
In the interrogation room, a doctor treated Harriman's wounds and then said, "Mr. Harriman, there will be no problem with the recovery of your right hand. You just need to visit the hospital every day and receive an injection of the recovery medication."
"Alright, thank you." Harriman moved his right hand, nodded in satisfaction, and expressed his gratitude.
This was Catherine's personal doctor, whom Harriman had called over to treat his wounds.
Towards Catherine's personal doctor, he was very polite.
After all, Catherine was his boss.
In front of his boss's personal doctor, he dared not act arrogantly; otherwise, he'd certainly be in a world of trouble.
He did have some self-awareness, knowing that he was Catherine's toy and that in a few years, Catherine would grow tired of him, then kick him aside and seek out fresh meat.
That's how it had always been when Catherine looked for fresh meat.
