Bab 223: Asking too much?

"Ma—-Doctor Harlow, do you not think that death is a rather serious punishment for installing a GPS tracker in your phone?" Brandon looked at Noah, who was clutching his head while clenching a rubber ball in his hand tightly.

There was a twitch going on in his forehead, and Brandon did not know whether it was due to anger or pain.

"You are exaggerating," Ariana calmly stated as she placed the scissors in a bowl of cleaning agent. "No one has ever died of this small amount of pain. Not to mention, this process indeed did not need an injection to numb the region. After all, it was just a two-minute process."

She then glanced at Noah, who was sitting on the couch like he had suffered some great injustice and added, "It shouldn't have hurt too much."