Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

"What?"

What does this have to do with Sophie?This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

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?"

"With your leg?"

Seeing James's silence, William's frustration peaked. "Do you have any idea how expensive this prosthetic is? You're just wrecking it—and me!" Repairing a prosthetic was costly, not to mention the severe injury to the stump.

"You can't walk on this leg for a while," William said bluntly.

"How long?"

"About a month."

"That's too long."

"Then two weeks!"

"Still too long."

"Then find another doctor. I'm out!"

William started to leave but, seeing James stay silent, his medical instincts made him turn back. "Your leg was shot through overseas. You waited too long to get it treated. It was ruined, but you didn't have to amputate. What were you thinking? Keeping the leg would have been ugly?... Okay, you'd have had a limp, but you're too obsessed with looking powerful."

James lacked the energy to argue with William.

His decision to amputate was partly because he had a lot to do and needed to walk normally, which only a prosthetic could allow.

On the other hand, it was also

self-punishment. The high-tech

prosthetic let him walk like a normat person but caused significant wear on his amputated bone. However, this pain was nothing compared to what Sophie had endured,

Even if it meant enduring bone wear and agonizing pain, he accepted it.

James murmured, "Just disinfect and medicate it for now... In a few days, I need to go back to Devonport."

"Back to Devonport? In your condition? Forget it."

William stated, "You need at least

two weeks to recover, I'm not

kidding. You said you wanted to.net

come to Summerfield for Sophie's wedding, and I already

you do it!"

"I'll pay extra."

"...Seven days, give me seven days!"