Chapter: 1158

‘Is she going to find me? Who did this to me?'

Perhaps his injuries caused him to be in a daze. Memories of his life with his mother and the car accident played in his mind like a broken record.

After quite some time, someone finally opened the door.

The time Victor spent laying on the floor made him adapt to the pain he was feeling. He felt marginally better than when he had just woken up. He sat up when he heard the noise. His eyes turned to the door.

Norton had changed his clothes. Donning a crisp, well-ironed suit, he looked like a different man.

“Wow. I didn't expect you to be up so soon," he said.

Immediately, a man fetched a stool for Norton to sit down. There was only a few steps separating him and Victor.

With sharp eyes, Victor stared at the man in front of him. Not a word left his lips.

Resting his elbows on top of his thighs, Norton smiled and asked,

"Does it hurt, little boy?"

Before Victor could even say a word, he heard the sound of a baseball bat being dragged across the rough floor.

From the corner of his eye, Victor caught a glimpse of the bat. The pain in his back throbbed at the sight of it.

He couldn't help himself from coughing again, the metallic taste of blood lingering on his tongue.

"Look at you! Didn't I tell you to be careful? Look at what you've done!" There was a smile on Norton's lips. Although his words sounded as if he was blaming his men, there was mockery in the tone of his voice.

"It's all our fault," one of his men blurted out.

Leaning back against the chair, Norton crossed his legs and looked at

Victor.

“You've impressed me, boy. I did not expect a boy from the

Sullivan family to be so tough."

“yho?" Victor asked.

Norton leaned forward, his eyebrows raised slightly. He put his hand next to his hear and asked, "What did you say?"

Victor's eyes drifted towards him. He knew very well that Norton heard him clearly.

His voice wasn't loud but it was clear enough to be audible. Besides, the warehouse was quiet and empty.

"Who asked you..." There was blood surging from his chest. He felt as if blood would come out of his mouth if he said one more word.

After a pause, he continued, "...to kill me?"