Chapter 143: Is the Little Fatty a Devil?

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Abigail did not stop.

She cut the curtains and then surveyed the hospital room, pushing the coffee table askew.

That wasn't enough. Seeing the man's beautiful face on the verge of collapse, Abigail suddenly approached and thrust a knife into Brandon Piers' pants leg.

Brandon's breathing became unsteady, his chest rising and falling, a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead from the pain.

Abigail appeared as if she hadn't seen it. She slashed down, tearing half of Brandon's pants leg.

The man could no longer bear it. "Abigail Green!"

Just uttering these three words made Brandon feel even more pain in his chest.

Abigail gave Brandon a gentle smile, her bright black almond eyes full of harmlessness. She spoke to Brandon, word by word, "I'm changing the condition. During the second young master's hospital stay, nothing in this room is to be moved or changed. Can you do that?"