"William Cole returned to Chloe Anderson's room.
At this moment, Chloe's face was pitch black, like a charcoal figure, lying on the bed.
Several doctors were standing by helplessly.
Chloe's condition was worse than William had imagined, and he frowned in concern.
Seeing this, Tommy Booth laughed complacently, "Weren't you boasting a moment ago?"
"You said your silver needle could save people? Why aren't you doing anything now? I told you, you can't save Miss Anderson!"
Tommy just shook his head, laughing.
Jack Anderson's face turned extremely grim. His icy voice echoed, "Do you find it amusing that my sister's life is at stake?"
"Mr. Anderson, I…" Tommy was taken aback. His body broke out in a cold sweat as if he was being targeted by a venomous snake.
"Hmph!"
Jack sneered, "If my sister’s rescue is unsuccessful, I'll make sure the King of Gamblers knows about your earlier smugness."
"Wha…"
This threat almost scared Tommy out of his wits.