Hannah Hargrave finished speaking and hung up the call, activated the phone's camera function, and took a photo of Sophie Foster lying weakly on the sickbed, then sent it to Nicholas Croft.
The phone vibrated in his palm, Nicholas Croft picked it up and opened WeChat, and the sight that greeted him was a picture that made him feel unbearable pain.
The woman on the sickbed had a face that was pale on one side, while the other…
Grinding his teeth, Nicholas Croft exited the interface and found Hannah Hargrave's number and dialed, his voice lowered with gritted hatred.
"Hannah Hargrave, what do you really want?"
"Didn't I tell you my condition?" Hannah Hargrave chuckled softly in response.
"Impossible!" Nicholas Croft gritted his teeth, his stance firm.
On the other end of the call, Hannah Hargrave also retracted her smile, her expression turned grim, and she coldly said, "If you can't do it, don't call me."
Finished speaking, she once again cut off the call.
