On this end of the line, the man seemed not to hear Tyson's words, his index finger, meticulously caressing the rough scar, suddenly, he made a strange movement, placing his entire hand on it, covering the scar.

Looking at his hand seriously, not knowing what he was researching.


Still talking to Tyson on the phone, Tyson did not hear any movement on the phone, the other end of the line, was really quiet, so quiet that it seemed that the owner of the phone had forgotten to hang up.

But, Tyson did not take the initiative to hang up, he took a cigarette from the bedside table, and lit it, the smell of nicotine wafted, at this time, the man on the other end of the line, suddenly said strangely: 'Longer than my hand."

'What?" Tyson was stunned, but immediately, he still reacted, 'Oh, you mean the wound on her waist?" After all, they had been good friends for so many years, just like that, he could guess the meaning of Milan's words.


'Longer than your hand?" Tyson took a deep breath, then exhaled a white smoke.

'Then it can be said that the surgeon who operated on her at that time was very poor, so poor that…


Um, let me put it this way, when I was in medical school, in my first practical class, I had to perform surgery to remove a kidney from a specimen taken out of formalin, but the incision was not that long."

'What does this mean?"

'Which means, most likely… no, definitely, the doctor who operated on her, probably, didn't even have a medical license. You know the black sword? That's the kind."

The black sword is for those who don't have a medical license.

'Take a picture of her scar and send it to me," Tyson said again.

Milan hesitated for a moment, but Tyson said. 'If I see her scar, at least I can see things that you can't see, and things that exist, but are hidden. Do you want to know?"

Tyson exhaled a breath of white smoke: 'If you want to know, take a picture and send it here."

He didn't think he could convince Milan, this cold and arrogant person like Milan, at least he had grown up like this, he had never seen anything that could convince Milan, but it made a dark scene appear in his mind, the woman was struggling, forced to lie on the operating table… his heart, suddenly tightened.

'Who is it in the end.."

'Who is it, don't you know in your heart?" Tyson directly interrupted Milan: "You can't blame them, don't you know, your attitude towards Ashley, the lust you showed, has decided the fate of that poor woman in the past three years?"

Tyson today deliberately spoke bitterly. "Don't blame me for not reminding you, the scar you saw today, is probably just a small corner of Ashley's three years in prison.

When she was still a rich young lady, don't you know what she went through, she was locked in a place where she couldn't see day or night, you don't know what she went through in these three years, how she lived in these three years?"

When these words were said, Tyson also stiffened, suddenly, he could understand, that the arrogant and confident Ashley of that time, had turned into the miserable appearance like now, and suddenly, he understood a little.

Then, he thought about today in front of Ashley, saying those words that disappointed her and blaming her for becoming like this today, now thinking back, she stood talking and didn't feel any back pain.

Tyson shook his head: "I visited her before, it's not that serious, I don't know why, but she suddenly fainted."

"But I suggest, you take her to the hospital now, the consecutive events like drowning, fever high, then fainting, not to mention her weak and fragile body, even if she was a normal healthy person, who could endure such continuous torment."

"Take her to the hospital, with her current health condition, it's best to rest well."

"Okay, I'll drive her to the hospital now."

"Okay, I'll go to the hospital now too."

After the two finished talking, Milan hung up.

Milan stood by the bed looking at the woman lying there, Tyson's words still echoing in his mind: Don't you know, your attitude towards Ashley, the desire you showed, has decided the fate of that poor woman in the past three years?

Is that so?

In his heart, he secretly understood: it was true.

But he never expected that one day, when he saw the concave scar on her body, he would want to kill someone.

Unable to understand this chaotic feeling, Milan bent down to adjust the clothes of the woman lying on the bed, turned around to take a loose coat from the closet, and wrapped it tightly around her. Only then did he suddenly discover that the person who looked a bit chubby on the outside was so skinny on the inside.

He bent down, holding her in his arms, every time Ashley was awake, he would pick her up, only when she was unaware, would he show off the princess hug that many girls longed for.

The elevator reached the first floor, made a sound, and the door opened.

A handsome man with an outstanding appearance, holding a petite girl in his arms, under a series of curious, admiring, and jealous eyes, walked through the luxurious reception hall of Paradise Club, and his long legs stepped out of the door.

By the hospital bed, Milan stood looking at the woman lying on the bed, Tyson had just examined her.

'It's nothing," Tyill said: 'But don't torture her anymore. She has already confessed to many crimes today, drowning, high fever, fainting, the most painful thing was when she just woke up, you made her faint."

Tyson 'tsk tsk" twice: 'Milan, your ability to torture others is still quite common."

These words, indeed mixed with a bit of ridicule.

What made Tyson widen his eyes, was that the man did not look at him with an icy gaze.

Oh my god, Milan's temper today was really good.

No matter what, he had to take this rare opportunity to hurt that close friend a little. Who knew when Milan would be able to show such a good temper? Maybe he would have to wait until a year and the 13th month.

'Hey, tell me, after I left, what did you do to her in the end?"

A cold blade stabbed straight into Tyson's eyes, causing Tyson to almost have a heart attack: 'Oh my god… if you don't say it, then forget it." As if to warm up the atmosphere, Tyson raised his finger, 'Hate, scared my heart to death."

Tyson's strange tone made the expression of the man sitting on the bed even colder, turning his head, he suddenly squinted at him: 'Tyson, you can go now."

'Oh my god. You turned my time around, didn't you use it to chase me away right away? Milan, I've never met anyone more heartless than you."