Griffith Squire emerged on the afternoon of the third day, the timing calculated to be precisely within 72 hours.
The ambulance and doctors standing by outside had been waiting for three days, and even Cornelius Turner had been stationed at the entrance all day. When he truly saw the person come out, he momentarily froze, then quickly jumped out of the car and shouted excitedly, "Boss, you're out!"
Cornelius Turner's full-throated shout made the handsome yet wicked man frown.
When the man came out, he had specially taken a bath and changed into clean clothes, even shaved his beard clean. Yet Cornelius Turner's face still changed suddenly, his gaze sharp as he softly asked, "Boss, are you injured?"
The faint scent of blood lingered at the tip of the nose; having lived through life and death, they instantly realized what had happened.
