Chapter 897

Jerome's expression grew uneasy, his lips twitching into a forced smile. "Well, these are the rules. I'd like to help him, but the rules are what they are." Matthew's patience snapped as he scoffed. "Oh, wonderful. Such excellent rules." He had never encountered regulations more infuriating than these. Jerome noticed Matthew's displeasure and began to worry. He needed Matthew's help—his entire future depended on it. Life had already become unbearable. The past six months had felt like torture, though his bionic manhood barely allowed him to function and gave him a sense of normalcy, the pain was excruciating. It wasn't just physical discomfort—it felt like sandpaper grinding against his nerves, an unrelenting torment that was stripping him of his humanity. If Matthew refused to treat him, his future happiness would be nothing but a distant dream. "Mr. Grant," Jerome said, pointing at Javier, who was still unconscious on the ground. "I've dealt with him, and I'll take care of his