When Avery woke up again, it was already the morning of the next day. He was lying on a hospital bed.
Seth sat by his bed. When he saw that Avery had woken up, he pointed at his leg and said expressionlessly, "It's crippled. Continue to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair."
To be able to cut his own leg like this, other than Avery, there was probably no other person.
Avery was anxious and wanted to get up from bed. "I want to go home. Darlene is still in Southwood Villa. She's alone."
Seth said coldly, "She's dead, Avery. Her body has started to smell. What's the use of keeping a piece of rotten meat? She's already so dead. Why didn't you do anything earlier?"
Avery shook his head, his eyes filled with fear. "No, she didn't. She didn't die."