Chapter 76 The White Coats and The Black Keys

Mr. Vance stared at me from the hospital bed, his eyes glassy and defiant. He was an old man, skin like parchment, but the anger in him was sharper than any blade I held.

"I told you," he rasped, gripping the railing. "I am not doing it. I am not going under the knife just to buy another month of...

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