Chapter 143: Is the Little Fatty a Devil?

Abigail did not stop.

She tore off the curtains, looked around the sickroom again, and casually pushed the tea table askew.

That was not enough; seeing the man almost shattered, Abigail took a sudden step forward and jabbed a knife into Brandon Piers' trousers.

Brandon's breath became unsteady, his chest heaved, and the pain made his forehead slick with sweat.

But Abigail acted as if she hadn't seen it, slashing her knife down and tearing away half of Brandon's trouser leg.

The man could no longer endure it. "Abigail Green!"

Just spitting out these three words, Brandon felt even more pain in his chest.

Abigail showed Brandon a gentle smile, her dark and clear eyes full of innocence. She said to Brandon word by word, "I'll change the condition. During your hospitalization, you are not allowed to touch anything in this room, or to change rooms. Can you agree with this?"