Edwin Blake turned his eyes coldly to her, "At the beginning, Isla didn't call out. What did you do to her?"
"Wow, I didn't expect President Blake to have the habit of eavesdropping?"
Ivy River responded with undisguised sarcasm.
"Edwin, Edwin! Help me, it hurts so much."
Isla Sutton couldn't move, with so many needles on her body.
Even a slight movement caused her immense pain.
Hearing this, Ivy River was quite pleased; it would be strange if it didn't hurt.
Edwin Blake observed everything, "Go remove your needles from her."
"Miss Sutton's recovery doesn't look optimistic. I initially wanted to try acupuncture to help her, but she kept moving and shouting, how could I concentrate? Is that my fault?"
Ivy River shrugged with a helpless expression.
Edwin Blake looked at her unyielding demeanor and felt irrationally angry.
Ivy River's face flashed in his mind again.
