nteresting, I have to go and watch Phoebe Clarkson's interrogation.

 

William Brich could not help but roll his eyes, "You have nothing to do? "So idle."

 

"Who said I was free? I was busy watching the interrogation."

 

William Brich was too lazy to reply and hung up.

 

The door to the operation room opened and Gwen Brich was pushed out.

 

Her face was as pale as paper, but she wasn't unconscious.

 

She looked at William Brich, her voice light and fragile, saying almost inaudibly: "Daniel Burton can only be handled by me."

 

William Brich looked her, and softly replied. "Okay."

 

Before William Brich even finished speaking, Gwen Brich had completely...