Sylvester's POV.
The woman standing in front of me didn't say a word, I didn't understand what she was thinking, according to her character, shouldn't she take back the remote control.
I looked at the time, 3:15, I do not know where Joe went and just left this woman at home? If I didn't see her poor, no place to live, I wouldn't bother to waste time with her here.
Turned up the stairs, continued to lie on the bed, opened the laptop, browsing the information from Joe's investigation, thinking about how to deal with Mark's next move.
The wound has begun to heal itself, without the layer of potion, it will be healed in less than three days, and I wonder if Mark is ready to accept my gift? I wish I could appear in front of him in person, preferably with a knife to pluck off his flesh piece
