Connor let out a hiss. It was typical of him not being beaten up.
Seeing Lucille sitting in a corner as she scribbled the prescription down, he waved his hand and shouted, "Excuse me, I heard from the men at the door that you're Master Walton's assistant. You should ask Master Walton to come and have a look. Is Mr. Stewart seriously injured or has he been nailed to the bed?"
Lucille looked at Frank, who was staring at her, and replied in a low voice, "He must have been frozen."
"What?"
Connor's interest was piqued. "Really? I don't believe it."
As he spoke, he caught a glimpse of the silver needle on Frank's body. His hand throbbed, and he immediately pulled it out.
"Don't..." Lucille did not even have the time to stop him. All she had left in her heart was ten thousand little lamb camels running...
The next second, his eyes were covered by shadows.
Lucille raised her head and saw Frank approaching her. He did not hesitate to grab hold of her neck.
It was over.