"Come in." Hendrey heard Zac's frail voice from the room. He entered and saw Zac lying on a high pillow and hooked to an IV drip. Zac was pale and lost any trace of his usual vitality.
Hendrey sighed thinking about how Matthew's deep love for Veronica pushed him to sever Zac's hand, simply because the latter had drugged her.
"What's up?"
Given how Hendrey showed up right after breakfast early in the morning, Zac did not believe he was purely visiting.
With a serious face, Hendrey looked at the doctor who was sitting in the room and shifted his gaze to Zac, dropping hints.
"You can leave now. I will call you in if there's anything," Zac ordered the doctor to leave.
The doctor got up and nodded curtly at Zac before closing the door behind him.
Zac turned his attention to Hendrey. "Go ahead. What happened?"
Hendrey took a few steps forward and stood by the bed. He glanced at Zac's severed hand with a frown and asked hesitantly, "Have we found the person behind this?"
The severed hand was Zac's Achilles' heel, and his expression tanked after he heard Hendrey's question. A storm was brewing in his clear blue eyes.
"What f*cking nonsense! If I knew who was behind this act, would I still be lying here?"
In his anger, he grabbed the bolster beside him and threw it at Hendrey.
His sudden action jerked the IV drip and caused a backflow of blood. Pain arose from the needle inserted in his hand. Helpless, he lifted his right hand and pulled out the needle using his mouth.
When the needle was pulled out, blood started trickling out from it. Zac habitually lifted his left hand to press against the wound, only to be reminded of the cruel reality of his bandaged stump.
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