Looking at Sean Yale's bandaged arm, his eyes became cold, and he stepped on it.
"Ahh--" The pig-killing-like scream echoed throughout the private room.
"If you dare to target her again, I'll cripple more than just your hand next time!" Chester Yale looked at the fainted Evelyn Sherman, not bothering to deal with Sean Yale, and quickly picked her up, leaving the clubhouse.
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In the hospital.
"Mr. Chester, Miss Sherman has a slight concussion, and the swelling of her facial injury has been treated. She should recover quickly with some rest," the doctor nervously said while standing next to the chilly Chester Yale.
"The patient should wake up soon. If you have no other instructions, I'll leave now."
The doctor quickly left the hospital room, leaving Chester Yale alone in the spacious VIP ward, looking at Evelyn Sherman, who had been sent back not long after leaving the hospital.
The suppressed anger in his chest couldn't find an outlet as his nerves were tightly wound up.
