Amelia stopped in her tracks, turned around, and looked at the man tied up in bed, chuckling, "In such a state, you still dare to threaten me. Mr. Cooper, where exactly does your confidence come from?"
He laughed softly, "Little thing, do you really think these ragged strips of cloth can hold me?"
Before his voice faded, there was a ripping sound, and the bandage on the man's right wrist broke.
Amelia's face changed, then she threw her coat onto the sofa and quickly walked back to the bed. She bent over to check under the man's right waist.
As expected, the place she had just bandaged had started to seep blood again. The snow-white gauze slowly stained with a rosy hue, but just a little bit—it didn't seem serious.
She slapped him without hesitation, frowning deeply, "Daniel Cooper, are you asking for death?"
