Touch My Son, Touch Your Death
The doctor's voice was trembling.
In the end, the doctor removed fourteen pieces of glass, of various sizes, from Leo's hand.
"The patient's nerves are severely damaged. The tendons are torn. He needs microsurgery immediately!"
Looking at the bloody fragments, my rage exploded.
My gaze fell on the trembling Nico.
Isabella, despite having one arm dislocated, was still screaming hysterically.
"Damn you, Arabella! You dare touch my son, I'll kill you!"
I gave a slight gesture with my hand.