Chapter 427

As the words fell, he raised his hand and pressed down hard on Hector’s wound!

The wound had just been sutured, and the moment it was pressed hard, it tore apart with force.

Hector endured the pain, not making a sound. He gritted his teeth, sweat beading on his forehead. He glared coldly at Absalom in front of him, and their eyes locked in a tense standoff. It was a crazy confrontation!

Blood oozed out. Absalom watched the blood drip down and chuckled.

The unhealed wound was forcefully pressed, causing intense pain as if his internal organs were being twisted together.

“Absalom, stop dreaming! I won't let you hurt Monia again even if I have to die!”

Hector gritted his teeth, each word squeezed out through clenched teeth, a convergence of blood and tears.

Finally, Hector couldn't hold on any longer and passed out from the pain.

Absalom grabbed a few tissues and wiped the fresh blood off his palms.

He then opened the door to the ward. The doctor was already waiting at the door.