"!"
Alexander Johnson's heart suddenly stopped, leaving him frozen in place.
Then, a surge of fury erupted from within, blazing outward.
How much of a dose had it taken for Chloe Simpson's veins to end up like this?
Alexander clenched his fists, the veins on his hands bulging violently, one by one.
If a knife were within reach right now, he would undoubtedly butcher Lucas Hughes with his own hands.
However, at the moment, he didn't have the luxury to think that far.
And there was no time to get Chloe to a hospital either—he had to resolve this himself, right here and now.
Otherwise, Chloe's life could very well be in danger.
But Chloe, lying on the bed, had already lost all sense of reason and control.
She reached out, grabbing Alexander's arm, and forcibly pulled him onto herself.
Alexander, caught off guard, fell onto Chloe's body.
"Ah!"
