In the emergency room of the hospital...
The best surgeons were all gathered there. The atmosphere of the room was particularly oppressive. No one dared to speak, not even daring to make any sound.
Jazmine was not a doctor but was arranged to stay in the closest place to Giancarlo. As long as he looked up and reached out, he could see her and touch her.
Jazmine knew that this was just a means of punishment for her.
The wound was bloody. The knife was still stuck in the palm of his hand. His hand was covered by blood and was tied tightly, so it looked pale.
Jazmine glanced at it casually and felt sick in her abdomen.
Giancarlo's deep eyes had been sizing up Jazmine's face. There was no emotion in his eyes, and only a cold and terrifying feeling came from them.