Chapter 57 You Are Playing With Death Itself!

Zachary took the report and opened the folder.

Charlotte craned her neck to look at the report as well, and the line of words written in red stated, “Comminuted fracture of the lower leg. Degree of disability: Severe.” The words stung her eyes.

She recalled the scene of Coraline pushing Miranda, and she wondered if Coraline had really pushed her that hard.

Zachary’s expression turned grimmer as he read the report. Even though Charlotte was standing half a meter away from him, she knew that he was angry right now.

“The doctor said I will not be able to get out of bed for at least three months. Even if I do get up after three months, I will have to be in a wheelchair, and it will take at least a year before I can walk. However, I will never be as flexible as before.” Miranda then said in a choking voice as tears began to flow madly on her face, “Tiff already told you who’s the culprit, Zach, so you… you have to do something for me.”

Zachary sat by her bedside and used his right han