Similarly, once cured, there were thousands of ways he could make his life worse than death.
With Mr. Cheney, making a mistake meant there had to be a price to pay.
It was his principle, his bottom line, and most importantly, it was the foundation on which he stood amidst the blood and gore.
"Where, where is my sister's skeleton? Tell me where it is!" Lana Fern somewhat lost control, clutched Sylvan Cheney's sleeve, and shook it vigorously.
Her sister had died...
"What are you still standing there for?" Sylvan barked.
The bodyguard behind him immediately stepped forward, forcefully pulled Lana Fern away, and dragged her to the side, denying her any further chance to approach Sylvan.
Sylvan didn't give Lana Fern another glance as he strode towards the hospital.
His face was grim, his brow and eyes icy.