Abraham shook his head. “I asked many experts, but they said nothing could be done. Even the foreign medical experts had their hands tied,” he said while exhaling sharply.
I have never done anything heinous before. In fact, I have always treated my friends and family with sincerity and kindness. I’m a good man, but why did God take my daughter’s legs away from her? She’s only in her twenties and has a long life ahead of her.
Cornelius hurriedly changed the topic as his father seemed upset. “Dad, should we tend to the assassin’s wounds?”
Arielle had stabbed him so viciously that the man would be a cripple even if he managed to recover. Fortunately for him, his wounds were superficial as Arielle had avoided all the vital parts.
If everything went well, he could recover without any complications. But of course, that would only be possible if he was given a chance to recover.
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