Despite being in a coma, tears incessantly flowed down her cheeks.
"Treton..."
From her unconscious state, she muttered the name of that man.
The immense sorrow and grief were apparent.
Norris Moore pursed his lips slightly, then said in a hoarse voice, "Take her to the hospital."
"Do you not need to go to the hospital for your neck?"
Norris shook his head. "I'm going to sleep."
The servants looked at Norris's retreating figure, unsure what to say.
Trenton Smith had an accident, yet she just wanted to... sleep?
Her reaction was even weaker than Zara White's.
It was almost... too heartless.
*
In the pitch-black room of a hundred square meters, more than ten tall young men armed with iron rods emerged silently.
Trenton Smith bowed his head while lighting a cigarette with a lighter.
