?Chapter 2106


    For those who did not know Christopher, it would be impossible to associate him with words as extreme as ''viper'', ''beast'' or ''demon''.


    Be slowly stepped to his bedside, her eyes cold and scrutinizing as she observed him.


    "Be, I''m sick..." Christopher''s reddened eyes betrayed his vulnerability. He could not hold it in any longer and reached out to grab her hand.


    Be did not give him the chance. She immediately stepped out of reach and frowned at him.


    "What a shame." She curled her lips into a mocking smile. "You are only sick, not dead."


    After a pause, Christopher leaned back against the headboard, his gaze tender and lingering. "Be, I won''t die so easily. If I were to die, I would never be able to see you again."


    Be let out a coldugh, her fist clenched tightly.


    "I went through hell and back just to return from Sentania and see you. All these years, the only thing keeping me alive was you. So, for you, I must live a long life."


    Be stared at him with contempt.


    "If you truly cared about me, you would listen to me. Lay down your weapons and surrender immediately." Christopher''s smile remained unshaken.


    "From the beginning, it was never about me. It was always about you. The only reason you crawled out of the gutter and rose to your current position was because of your incessant greed that can never be satisfied." Be''s words sliced through the facade he wore.


    Christopher tilted his head, considering her with interest. His gaze held a deep admiration for her.


    "Christopher, to be honest, sometimes I truly do fear something bad might happen to you. If that were to ever happen, I would be robbed of the opportunity to catch you with my own hands. I wouldn''t be able to see you face justice for all the things you''ve done. I wouldn''t be able to avenge all those innocent lives you''ve destroyed!"


    Before she could finish, Christopher''s mmy hand grasped her wrist. She struggled to free herself, but he held firm for a supposedly ill man.


    "Let go of me!"


    During the scuffle, the sleeve of his hospital gown slipped, revealing a line of small, bruised needle marks on his arm. While Be stared, distracted, he pressed the hilt of a fruit knife into her palm.


    "Be, no one can punish me, not even thew. Only you hold that power." Christopher smiled, his eyes burning with a crazed intensity. "I know killing me is what you''ve dreamed of. I''m giving you this chance now. Go ahead, stab me wherever you like. As long as it pleases you, as long as it makes you happy, I don''t care what happens to me."


    "You truly are insane!" She threw off his hand, tossed the knife aside, and left without looking back.


    Christopher''s eyes darkened, but the smile on his lips remained, a mad mix between obsession and affection.


    "Mr. Iverson!" Taylor rushed into the room, his voice full of concern. "Are you and Ms. Thompson all right?"


    "Why was Be here?" Christopher''s tone was cold. The tender warmth he had shown to Be was gone, reced by a chilled detachment.Content held by N?velDrama.Org.


    "I just checked. Old Master Nigel''s health took a turn, and Ms. Thompson came with him to the hospital. Don''t worry, we''ve made sure the attending physician won''t say a word. There''s no way anyone will leak anything!" Taylor assured him.


    "Good." Christopher rxed, closing his eyes. He rubbed the tips of his fingers together, savoring the lingering sensation of her touch, reluctant to let go of the warmth she brought him.


    "Mr. Iverson, there''s one more thing." Taylor lowered his voice. "Deputy Chief Hopkins has been staying in his office, so we haven''t had any opportunity to move against him. What do you suggest we do?"


    "Find a way to lure him out." Christopher chuckled. "After all, who knows his weaknesses better than we do?"