Chapter 117: What to Do if Discovered?

Pullan saw Abigail wearing a stern face as she walked out and followed her closely. However, his gaze was drawn to Sophia Patel, who laid on the bed, as he gave in to his chatterbox nature, "Miss Abigail, how's she doing? Is she going to die? If she..." It would be such a bother if she died.

"She lost a lot of blood, but she won't die." Abigail glanced at the girl in her twenties that Pullan was pushing on a trolley. She was probably a blood bag brought in by the Piers, had she arrived any later, things would probably be bleaker.

Pullan breathed a sigh of relief, at least she wasn't going to die.

"We're here." Abigail stopped moving after she finished talking.

Pullan looked back at the closed door behind him, and then at that nearly seamless wall in front of him. How were they supposed to get out? His gaze naturally landed on Abigail.