The Art of Revenge
“Sir, I’m going in now.”
“Yeah, go ahead.”
The man had a smile on his lips, clearly in a good mood as he stared at his screen.
Dara figured he was probably messaging that ‘wife’ of his.
Inside, the nurse shut the door behind them. “Lie down on the bed over there. I’ll disinfect your wounds first.”
Dara nodded and walked over to the exam bed by the wall.
As she lay down, the nurse casually asked, “So, the man who came with you—he’s your brother?”