Chapter 1134: He was trapped in those dark and lonely three years, unable to walk out.

"Tick."

"Tock."

"Tick, tock..."

Upon the bathroom tiles lay the blood that slowly dripped from his fingertips.

In his hand was the steak knife Norris Moore had used to cut her lunch, a knife now tinted by crimson.

Its serrated side stained with a layer of bright red.

Norris Moore's pupils hesitated for a moment at the vivid color. Her eyes widened as she stared at the blood on the floor, shivering as if she had just experienced a nightmare, her body breaking out in cold sweat.

Upon receiving the news, Maple Swallow rushed in from outside, promptly pulling Norris to the side and then raised his head to look inside.

The doctor entered, his voice slightly tense yet respectful, "Mr. Smith, please hand me the knife in your hand. Your wound is still bleeding; I've called the nurse to take you out for bandaging."

"..." Trenton Smith stayed silent for a while before handing over the knife without another word.