453 Red Snake

Jack furrowed his brows. "But you said she should be able to walk, already? It's been weeks! Why is she still unable to stand on her own?"

"It must be the trauma. You see… trauma is different than physical injuries. It is..."

"Cut the crap!" He hissed. "I want you to do everything so she can walk again! Originally, I chose this place for that reason! It is away from the city, from people and everyone else! The gardens should help with her recovery!"

"Don — I"

"Just follow my words. Do it and I will reward you once it's done." Jack gave a confident smile before he leaned against his chair and puff the smoke from his cigar. "Also…" he narrowed his eyes at the man who was standing at the corner of his office. "Put some camera's in her bedroom. I don't want her to fake it."

"How about the bathroom?" the man asked. Seeing Jack's face darkened, the man immediately stuttered. "My — I — I apologize."