Chapter 983

"None of your wounds were tended to, huh?" Darius said lightly as he put his hands behind his back.

Ursula opened her eyes with difficulty to see him looking at her with a mixture of mockery and pity; she'd never been this humiliated in her life. She croaked, "You're the ones who made me end up like this. If I make it out of this, I won't let any of you off the hook—you, Winston, Iago … and you, Bennett Evans! You gave up on me!"

Her wounds seemed to bleed more profusely with every word she uttered, but that didn't stop her from glaring daggers at Darius.

Darius could tell she was on the verge of death but had no intention of helping her out. He smiled and said, "I never would've expected to get the chance to see you like this." He cocked an eyebrow, looking highly relaxed in a room that reeked of blood. It was as if this was completely normal to him.

He sat on the couch in the room and poured himself another glass of water. Ursula kept her gaze trained on him; this action alone made