Chapter 51: Handcuffs

The female officer assisted him to the dining room chair after his shower. With weakened steps, he struggled to lift his feet, the dampness amplifying the sound of his dragging movements and creating an eerie echo in the space.

When she thought he was spewing nonsense, she urged him."C'mon now, eat up. Make sure you finish the food. Are you feeling sick?" She inquired, noticing his lack of enthusiasm for the meal.

But hey, who would have an appetite for such cruel treatment?

With a hint of a laugh, he asked, "Ain't you scared I might die and cut your money supply?"

"Don't joke; I'm serious. Let me help you." She pressed.

Relentlessly, he asked, "Let me guess, from Sanka's strategy?"

Seeing him breathe like he was ascending a mountain in a hot season, she gave in. "Okay, he put me up here, but personally, I just want to help." She admitted.

"Why?" he asked with mischief in his glare.