She shouted at him, shouting loudly, an unprecedented roar.
He was suddenly pushed by her, hitting the edge of the bed. His severely injured body couldn't hold up any longer and collapsed...
"Jose Floyd! You..." She suddenly stepped forward, instinctively wanting to check his wound and rescue him. Wade's figure flashed in her mind, she paused. Looking at the person on the bed without any sign of blood in his face, she bit her lip, her teeth trembling as she coldly said, "Jose Floyd, this is the debt you owe... Jose Floyd, if you want to collect a debt, come as a ghost to haunt me. Whatever torture, I'll endure it."
She turned around and fled toward the door.
This time, she walked quickly, stumbling, her steps extremely unsteady.
She didn't dare look back at the person she had severely injured, didn't dare check if he was still alive and breathing.
