Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Sophie bit her lip, tightening her clothes around her as she said, "I... I can't."

Odie scoffed, "What? Can't move after a little scuffle?"

Sophie glared at Odie, her voice filled with a hint of anger. "My shoulder is dislocated!"

At that, Odie paused.

He stepped forward and lifted the coat off Sophie's body. Sophie quickly covered her chest with one arm, "What are you doing!"

"Stay still." Odie frowned, his tone growing stern.

Sophie obediently sat down, and Odie lifted her right arm, indeed finding Sophie's right shoulder dislocated.

Without looking up, he asked, "How did it happen?"

"Who else but Gattlin, your right-hand man?" Sophie's voice dripped with sarcasm. "He's held a grudge since I reported him to you. He deliberately dislocated my shoulder and even tried to force himself on Polly, threatening to throw her into the sea if she didn't comply! When I stood up for Polly, he turned his attention to me. Tsk, I must say, Mr. Odie, you have a unique way of choosing your associates. They perfectly match your own style."

Hearing Sophie's direct mockery, Odie coldly glanced at her. "I think it's fine to leave your arm dislocated. No need for treatment."

As Odie turned to leave, Sophie quickly reached out with her left hand to stop him, "Odie! This is all due to your lack of control, and yet you want to punish me?"

"You have a clever tongue, which also doesn't help my temper. What should I do about that?"

Sophie realized Odie was angry and bit her lip on purpose, "Alright, I take back what I said just now. Please, call a doctor to fix my shoulder! If we wait too long, it might not be possible to fix it!"

For the first time, Odie saw a look of panic in Sophie's eyes. He raised an eyebrow and turned back to her. "You are not afraid of death but afraid of losing an arm?"

"Vanity, all for the sake of appearance. How can I lose an arm?" Sophie frowned, "If you're unwilling to help, fine, I'll do it myself."

Saying so, Sophie was about to try and fix her own arm.

Odie immediately grabbed Sophie's left hand, angrily yelled, "Are you mad? Do you think setting a bone is something you can just do? How could you try it yourself?" S

"When under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. If you won't let others help me, why can't I do it myself!" Sophie stated confidently.

Odie couldn't argue with Sophie, and

he kept telling himself over and over. 'This woman is still useful. I can't just throw her to the fish in a fit of anger!' Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Odie moved forward, sat beside her on the bed, and placed his hand on Sophie's arm and shoulder.

Sophie, frightened, said, "What are you doing!"

"Setting your bone."

"Do you know how to do it? Are you a doctor? Odie, you can't just seek revenge because I've said harsh words to you!"

Faced with Sophie's series of

doubts, Odie looked up at her, then

without giving Sophie any chance to

refuse, Sophie's arm was back in

place with a snap.

Sophie gasped in pain, but soon, she could move her arm again. She said in slight amazement, "It's fixed?"

"Consider yourself lucky that I could set it for you."

Odie stood up and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Sophie asked, "How does a CEO of Minton International know how to set bones?"