Misha Evans ripped off the gauze on her wrist and exposed the hideous wound in front of Chester Yale.
"Chester, look at this, even Heaven thinks we should be together. This is the medal I saved for you, we are a match made in Heaven!"
"..." Chester Yale's sharply-angular face darkened.
Watching the crazed Misha Evans, the cold harshness in his eyes gradually faded, and he instructed Mr. Gomez to arrange for doctors to treat her properly before he turned and left the hospital.
Once in the car, he punched the steering wheel hard.
A pair of demonic pupils emitted a thick, cold chill.
He had suspected something fishy about Misha Evans's suicide attempt early on, and now it seemed clear there was a hand pushing things along behind the scenes.
Was it Hudson Evans, or...
The name that leapt into Chester Yale's mind caused his palms to clench suddenly.
The scene of seeing Hudson Evans coming out of Sheldon Yale's hospital room flashed before his eyes again.
