Chester's body hit the ground with a heavy thud. The pain coursed through him, causing violent spasms, but the despair in his eyes remained unshaken.
Winston's cold gaze bore into Chester as he spoke slowly, "Actually, that video was left for me by you. Given your injuries, you shouldn't have needed to stay in a high-end ward. But you've grown used to luxury and insisted that the hospital provide one for you. What you didn't realize is that those high-end wards have cameras at the headboard!"
The chill that crept down Chester's spine was numbing as he processed Winston's words. 'Is it true? How can I be so foolish? Have I really failed?'
"Hmph, the evidence is complete. It's enough to charge Chester! Take him away!" Quentin barked. His expression was serious, but deep down, he felt sati
