Chapter 195

Clark looked at me anxiously, chasing after me to remind me, "Don't act impulsively, okay? Don't break the law on purpose." I coldly chuckled and waved dismissively at him. Did he even have the right to tell me that? … Meanwhile, in the hospital, Gerald stared at the person lying on the bed. He was too nervous to even breathe. He couldn't help but rebuke Sam, "How could you be so ruthless? Didn't I tell you to make a small cut?" Sam bit his lip so hard it turned pale, and he felt so weak that he trembled from head to toe. "They wouldn't have believed I attempted suicide if I did that!" he retorted. Sam thought I was so shrewd that he feared he wouldn't be able to keep this from me this time. Gerald sighed in relief as he clasped his hands together. "Regardless, you're out now. They won't possibly let you recover from your injuries only to send you back in, right?" Besides, they still had no evidence to prove Sam's crime. Gerald didn't believe I was capable of gaining control o