The group soon came to the living room.
When the two socialites and Susanne saw the hollow sleeve by Bjorn’s side, similar looks of surprise appeared on their faces. However, Susanne was slightly better than the others, for she quickly tucked away that expression and put on a smile. “Bjorn, it’s been a while.”
It was not that Bjorn had not seen the looks on their faces, but his hope was not going to die out that quickly. Thus, he nodded at Susanne before landing his gaze on the bionic arm on the coffee table.
“Is this the arm you said you’ll give me?”
It looks a lot like the prosthetics I bought in the past. If what I’m going to put on is just a prosthetic, I’m still going to be a disabled person.
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