Trenton Smith slowly lifted his head and looked at her.
His eyes were darker than an average person's, and at that moment, as he gazed over, there was a profound allure as if trying to draw one's soul into them.
Sherry White felt her breath slightly constricted by his gaze, a gentle smile on her face as she spoke softly, "Trenton, you look unwell, are you feeling all right?"
Trenton Smith leaned against the wall, his eyes slowly closed for a while, and he spoke calmly, "You better pray that nothing happens to her. Otherwise, even if the police don't find anything, I won't let you go."
At these words, the entire corridor of the operating room quieted down.
Everyone became silent, looking over with their gazes shifting uneasily between Sherry White and Trenton Smith.
