Elijah continued, “Thorne, you are a loser in my hands! Your attempt to play dumb and deceive me is nothing but a pipe dream.” He paused, his tone dripping with sarcasm, “Do you know why you lost to me? Because you’re dumb, you’re foolish!”
Thorne’s eyes turned red. The sound of his foolish laughter became sharp. Clearly, he was suppressing something.
Elijah leaned in, trampling on his dignity, “Look at you, you can’t even protect your own woman. Are you even a man? Even the beggars on the street are stronger than you, right?”
“You want to bite too?” Thorne held up the rope in his hands and extended it towards Elijah, maintaining his foolish demeanor.
Elijah squinted, “I don’t believe you’re crazy.”
Thorne laughed, “You’re the crazy one, you’re the one who’s crazy.”
Evan whispered, “Keeping him here is not a long-term solution. We need to find a more suitable place.”
Elijah took a deep breath, thinking to himself, Thorne could really hold it in. He hadn’t lost control yet. Being locked up here wasn’t completely useless for Thorne. At least it built up his endurance.
“No bother looking anymore. Didn’t Jack want me to let him go? Then I’ll let him go.”
Evan’s eyes flickered, immediately understanding Elijah’s intention, and cooperatively said, “Mr Silverton is right. Keeping him locked up is a waste of manpower and resources. It’s better to disable his legs, hands, and cut out his tongue. Unable to speak or write, he won’t be able to do any harm. Turning him into a useless person and handing him over to the old man, we won’t have to worry about him plotting behind our backs anymore.”
“Well said.” Elijah smirked, “Do as you said.”
Thorne was willing to endure and seek hope for survival and freedom, however, he couldn’t bear becoming a useless person. What meaning would there be in living like that?
“Elijah!” Thorne glared angrily, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets. “I’ll fight you to the death.”
As he said that, he lunged forward, trying to take Elijah down with him. Elijah knew Thorne couldn’t be crazy. He had been deliberately provoking him, trying to make him reveal a flaw! So he had been on guard the whole time. At the moment Thorne pounced, Elijah kicked him away. Thorne’s body arched like a parabola, spinning low in the air, and heavily crashed into the table leg. The powerful impact caused the chairs stacked on the table to fall down and hit him. In an instant, Thorne couldn’t get up. The pain was curling up inside him.
“Crazy?” Elijah sneered, “You finally reveal your true colors, huh?”
Thorne’s eyes were about to burst, filled with hatred. “Elijah!”
Elijah showed disdain, towering above like a god, looking down upon an ant. Evan felt relieved and whispered, “I almost believed him. He really knows how to play the part. If we were deceived, lax in guarding him, and he escaped, who knows what evil deeds he would do.”
…
Freya entered the hospital.
This doctor was introduced to her by her colleague, Jeff. He was said to be a famous plastic surgeon, highly skilled. The appointment was also prearranged.
Approaching the clinic door, she knocked lightly, and a deep voice came from inside. Freya pushed the door open and walked in.
The doctor’s gaze lifted from the computer screen and looked at her. “You’re the one Jeff recommended…”
Freya nodded. The doctor’s gaze focused on her face, and he paused for a moment. In his calm and professional demeanor, there was a hint of familiarity. He took off his mask.
“Miss Jane?” asked he.