Especially as Violet Nee slowly raised her hand to touch her cheek, which had gone numb from the slap, she looked at him in disbelief, only to see him suddenly squat down, and a wide, powerful hand with bulging veins directly grasped her neck.
"Uh... cough... Sebastian..."
Violet Nee's pupils dilated in terror, feeling the strength of his large hand. She hurriedly grabbed his hand, quickly resisting.
"Violet Nee." Sebastian Astor's words were clear, and his eyes carried a slicing ruthlessness: "You have tried several times to bring her to death. Do you think I'm dead? Yet you dare to come to the hospital to harm her again, are you tired of living?"
In the past, Sebastian had left her with an impression of nothing more than indifference and loftiness, but now she could truly feel the cruelty and viciousness rumored by others.
Her pupils reflected obvious panic and fear, her breath hitching as if, with just a bit more pressure, she could die in his hands in less than a minute.
