Chapter 202 Not A Saint
- “Mr. Lewis!” Three to four voices clashed, the worry they entailed bouncing off the walls, and his jaw tensed in pain.
- Trails of blood spilled from the little visible holes in his arm as the tubes dangled from the machine, and Lewis Romeo on his feet.
- His figure, tall and imposing, effortlessly commanded respect, and most doctors felt their tongues knotting.