Chapter 82: Charlie's dad?

At Vincent's mansion.

"Emma... Emma..." A hoarse and feeble voice echoed.

Sweat covered Harry's forehead. He squinted his eyes, and his eyelashes trembled continuously. Alone in the cold space, he lay on the bed, tossing and turning but unable to wake up. It seemed like his mind was engulfed by a terrible nightmare.

Just as Vincent opened the door and saw Harry's strange condition, thinking the drug addiction had flared up, he immediately locked Harry's hands with a pair of cuffs.

Harry struggled for a while before sitting up, his eyes wide open, shouting loudly, "Emma!"

Looking down at his handcuffed hands, he breathed heavily, turning to Vincent with a bewildered expression, "Emma... Where is she? You are..."

"I'm Vincent, don't you recognize me?" Vincent waved his hand in front of Harry and asked suspiciously. He placed a glass of water on the table and then touched Harry's forehead to check his body temperature.

"Even if I were stupid, I would still recognize your hateful face."

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