"Hannah Johnson—Hannah Johnson!" Liam Hugh shouted out loudly.
The door remained firmly shut.
It seemed to have completely cut off his path to life.
Liam Hugh's face was pale. He struggled to stand up, hunching, and in this room, there was no way out.
All he could do was watch as William Hale approached closer and closer...
His footsteps were heavy, dangerous.
Each step seemed to press on his heart.
Liam Hugh breathed rapidly. A kick to his chest made it difficult to breathe, and he summoned all his strength, trying to run out.
But in a brushing encounter, William Hale grabbed his arm.
"Bang—" he was forcefully pressed against the wall.
His back had just hit the foot of the bed, and with another collision, he winced in pain; his legs went weak, almost buckling.
"Today, if you don't explain the incident from years ago clearly, you're not leaving here," William Hale said sternly.
"Do you dare to kill me!" Liam Hugh gritted his teeth and snapped.
The next second,
