She Killed My Ex novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58 Dull Pain

Bentley touched the scar with his long fingers.

The scar was uneven under his finger pulps.

When he just touched the scar, his fingertips seemed to be scalded.

"Bentley, tell me how could you torture such a complete body?" The phone hadn't hung up yet, and Anderson quipped seriously.

Bentley seemed not to be listening to Anderson's words. His thumb carefully rubbed the rough scar. Suddenly, he made a strange move, that is, his whole palm covered on the scar.

Looking at his hand seriously, he didn't know what he was doing.

On the other end of the phone, Anderson didn't hear Bentley's voice. It was as quiet as the caller forgot to hang up the phone.

However, Anderson didn't take the initiative to ring off. He picked up a cigarette from the bedside and lit it, tasting nicotine carefully. At this time, Bentley suddenly said inexplicably, "It is longer than my palm."

"What?" Anderson paused for three seconds, and then he reacted. "You mean the scar on her waist?" After all, they had been good friends for many years, so that he could guess the meaning of Bentley's words.

"Longer than your palm?" Anderson took a drag on the cigarette and exhaled the smoke.

"It can be judged that the doctor who performed the operation was unqualified.

Well, let me put it this way. When I was studying medicine at university, I performed the operation to remove kidney on the cadaver taken from formalin in experiment class. The incision was shorter than the scar. "

"What does that mean?"

"This means, it's probably, no, it's for sure that the person who performed the operation didn't even have a medical license. Do you understand what I mean?"

There were a group of people without a medical license.

"Take a picture of her scar." Anderson said.

Bentley hesitated for a moment, but Anderson added, "If I look at her scar, I can tell you more real and hidden things that you don't know. Do you want to know?"

Anderson exhaled a smoke. "If you want to know, take a picture and send it to me."

To tell the truth, he didn't think he could convince Bentley. Bentley was aloof and cold. At least he had never seen Bentley made a concession. He only knew Bentley treated Winnie differently.

In fact, Anderson didn't think Bentley cared about Winnie. At most, Winnie was on Bentley's side.

Even so, Anderson also didn't think it was Bentley's fault. It was hard for them to really care about a woman. Putting a woman into their own circles was already a kind of recognition.

Anderson didn't expect that Bentley would take a picture and send it to him, but when he was ready to change the topic, to his surprise, Bentley suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

Anderson was stunned with the cigarette in his hand falling down and scalding the other arm on his thigh, which made him gasp.

"Wait, what did you say?"

As soon as he asked, a message reminding suddenly sounded in his phone. Did Bentley really take a photo and send it to him?