Cooper did not reply to him, but continued with his words after a short pause. “I was holding her in my arms as we entered the car. Sitting inside, I looked at her—her entire body was rotten. I even felt that my hand was rubbing away her fragile skin and coming into contact with her bones. The parts of skin where I’ve touched melted away and amidst the pus, there were even maggots in it. Then, I sent her to the ward. When I lowered my head to look at myself, all I saw was blood. At that moment, I still couldn’t believe that I actually had a daughter. However, the truth was brutally in front of me—I have a daughter yet I’m about to watch her die.”
Quinton was surprisingly quiet at that moment. They had no idea when his disdainful smile disappeared to the point where he was numb.
Cooper did not stop there. “Just like that, I watched her lie on the bed in front of me. I wanted to touch her face, but her cheeks were rotten. I didn’t dare to do that. Hence, I touched her hair instead. However, after brushing it lightly, her hair fell off—strand by strand. I saw… my own daughter looking like a bunch of rotten meat and even her scalp was rotten. She was just waiting to die in pain. Yet, as her father, I could only watch helplessly. Everyone said that my daughter can’t survive this and some even suggested eusthanasia so that she wouldn’t have to suffer any more. I didn’t agree to that. Even if there was a one-in-a-million possibility that might save her, I will give it a shot! Looking at her, I didn’t even dare to blink. I’m afraid that she would be gone if I didn’t pay attention. Her internal organs had failed to work and her heart even stopped beating for a while. Both her eyes were damaged, rendering her blind. Even so, I refused to surrender. If I did, I would lose my only daughter.”
As Michael quietly listened to Cooper’s words in the monitoring room, he did not say anything, but tears streamed down his cheeks instead. Michael thought that he was emotionally strong enough to handle the situation, but realized in that moment that he was as weak as usual.
Cooper’s eyes burned with the fire of a flashlight. Even though his voice was calm, it carried a weird power as it influenced others to become more emotional.
“Throughout my entire life, I’ve treated people’s lives as if they were trash. I thought I was the king; I didn’t believe in karma or fate. However, after some time, I realized that life has its own arrangements indeed. My daughter was the recipient of all the karma—my poor daughter, who seems to be born to suffer for others. She’s still young, yet she has suffered a lot. The people pretended that they loved her, but they pushed her into the dark abyss again and again—her leg was broken, her face was ruined, and she even became blind—”
Quinton suddenly went berserk and broke the handcuffs that he had been restrained with. With reddened eyes, he fiercely looked at Cooper like a wild beast.
“Stop speaking! Shut up! Shut the f*ck up!”
Before that, Quinton was patient; even though he was in hot water, he played everyone around as if they were monkeys in a manner that hinted that he had everything under his control. However, he finally lost his composure today—he could not even suppress his beast-like nature within him, which surfaced after Cooper’s mere few sentences.
Quinton’s reaction had completely been out of everyone’s expectations as it differs from his cool composure. After they returned to their senses, around five bulky men charged into the discussion room and finally held him down after much effort, like ants trying to weigh a caterpillar down.
At that moment, Quinton seemed to have morphed into a beast as he howled two words. “Shut up! Shut the f*ck up!”
Cooper still remained indifferent. Even though he knew that he was facing a berserk assassin, he was as cool as a cucumber while looking at Quinton, who was pressed on the table. He walked forward and pulled Quinton’s hair to lift his face up so that the latter could look at him.
Quinton glared viciously, as if he was a wild animal.
“Quinon, my daughter owes you her life. But, she has already repaid you with her face, her eyes, and half of her life. From now onward, you and Michael are the ones who owe her!”
With that, he slammed Quinton’s head on the table and left.
Quinton continued to glare at him, but he remained silent.
The negotiation seemed to have failed, but Quinton’s sudden surge of strength had shocked everyone. They could not believe that he actually broke the handcuffs in such a short time!
An average person simply can’t break the handcuffs.
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