Chapter 97 The Real Fool

After the wound was healed, Phil lay on the bed. Claudia sat by the bed, blew the porridge cool in her bowl, and fed Phil. The wounds on Phil's body were not healed at all. After this round of torture, the wound cracked again, and he could only sew the needles again. Claudia wanted to reprimand him, but seeing Phil's weak look, she couldn't bear to say anything... Phil leaned against the hospital bed, feeling extremely comfortable. When had he ever experienced such a life? If he had known that Claudia would take care of him so unscrupulously, he would have shot himself! Phil took another sip of porridge. The phone on the bedside suddenly vibrated. Phil took the phone and glanced at it with coldness in his eyes... The Madden family! Why didn't they stop? Were they stupid? They must be since they actually hired Occisors to assassinate him!