Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 1141

"What?"

What does this have to do with Sophie?

Odie turned on his heel, addressing Jonah, "Clean up the scene, lock him up, interrogate thoroughly, and if he doesn't spill, just take care of it."

"Yes, boss."

Meanwhile—

Outside the Pearl Hotel, James was limping with a badly injured leg, leaving a trail of blood that led to an apartment building across the street.

Inside the apartment, William had dozed off waiting and was jolted awake by a loud door slam. He jumped off the couch and, seeing James sprawled at the door, rushed over to help him up. "Good grief, how do you always end up bleeding this much?"

William let out a heavy sigh, realizing that being a doctor was no walk in the park.

Hired by one, then hired by another.

He had been in Devonport, then was sent overseas, and now he found himself in Summerfield.

The constant back-and-forth, treating the ailments of the wealthy—it was fast money but pure torture!

Who else managed to injure themselves every other day?

"Let me see the wound..."

"Do I have to? It's obviously a knife wound!"

William lifted James's leg, revealing that the thigh was drenched in blood. Beneath the torn flesh, a prosthetic leg had been fitted.

Staring at the raw, bleeding connection where the prosthetic met the knee, William was stunned. "You ran here?"

"Yeah."

"You got into a fight?"

"..."