Chapter 112: Abigail Green, I will definitely kill you with my own hands.

Brandon Piers laughed ruefully to himself.

He had pinned so many hopes on Jeffrey Foster, only to end up relying on the little fat kid.

His body was already in a complicated state before, and now, after his chest had been open for so long, he had heard some noise. He climbed off the operating table. Although the anesthesia made him painless, he knew his life was ebbing away.

It was the same now.

It was unfair to the little fat kid. He tried desperately to save him, but in the end, it was in vain.

Brandon Piers felt regretful and worried that his grandfather and the others would blame the fat kid. He struggled to open his eyes, but all he saw was a fuzzy fat figure, and still couldn't voice his thoughts.

Abigail seemed to have sensed Brandon Piers's thoughts, and croaked, "Don't move, don't talk. I won't let you die, but I'm not going to save you for nothing."