“I know. Don’t be afraid,” Cristofer said, gently patting Estelle’s back to comfort her. “Did he do anything else to you before I arrived at the clinic?”

“No,” Estelle said in a low voice.

“Really?”

“He... put his arm around me, but I broke free.”

“Which arm?” Cristofer suddenly asked coldly.

“What?”

“Which hand did he touch you with?” Cristofer asked. Then he sneered and said grimly, “I’ll chop his hand.”

Estelle stared at him with her eyes widening in surprise.

“What’s wrong? Are you scared by my words?” Cristofer asked when seeing her expression.

Shaking her head, Estelle said, “No...”

She was not scared. She just remembered Mr. Mysterious...