Chapter 745 A Hairdresser

Catherine threw Atticus in front of Paxton, who grabbed the limp and helpless Atticus and directly attacked him, leaving Atticus's hands disabled.

In Paxton's opinion, Catherine shouldn't do such vulgar work, so he would take care of it.

"AHHH!" Atticus fell to the ground, crying out in pain.

Paxton coldly snorted, looking down at Atticus, who was lying on the ground. "Is that all?" he thought. His speed of attack was fast enough, yet Atticus was still screaming like that. "You're truly weaker than a woman," Paxton commented in his mind.

Faced with Paxton's disdain and scorn, Atticus had no ability to fight back. He had no idea what to do now. He didn't even know what his future would be. The successive defeats were discouraging enough, and now his hands had been disabled. How could he conduct experiments? Without his hands, he was worthless and would be mercilessly abandoned.

Catherine couldn't even be bothered to spare Atticus a glance, simply turning and walking away.

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