Chapter 1113: Donor consent form
[One week later.]
Alfred sat in the corner of the small solitary confinement when the small window on the metal open slid open. He glanced up, only to see a pair of silver eyes looking through it. Although he could barely see the man’s eyes and a bit of the bridge of his nose and brows, he instantly recognized the man.
"Bernard," he called in a low and cold growl. "Did you come here to finish the job?"
"I’m checking if you’re still alive, boy," Bear remarked. "I’m surprised you still haven’t crushed your skull against the wall. That is the only way you can harm yourself in this solitary space."
Alfred snickered, looking away from the door. His jaw tightened as his eyes blazed with fire. Ever since he woke up in this very small space with nothing but himself, he never forgot about this old man. After all, Bear was the reason he was in here. He had never forgotten how he regretted letting this old folk taunt him into fighting him with brute strength.
Although Bear advised him to not drop his weapon, Alfred took it as an insult and challenge. After all, he had been confident in his strength. No one had ever won against him in that category. Hence, losing to an old man was more painful than a kick in the gut or a punch in the face.
"I’m going to kill you once I get the chance," Alfred grumbled, burrowing a hole in the wall with his gaze. "We’ll settle scores then."
"Hearing that you still believe you can get out of here, I’m at ease that you’re still in the right state of mind."
Alfred scorned, gazing at the door with ridicule. "It’s not over yet."
"It is."
"You don’t know Dimitri. Even if you arrested him, he’ll find ways to —"