Chapter 891 Do Not Underestimate Me

• In the ward, the man maintained his seated position at the head of the bed, his eyes steadfastly fixed forward, his face as expressionless as a statue's might be. Nearby, Olivia and Harry quietly exchanged looks before slowly drawing closer.
• “Sir, what are you staring at?” Olivia inquired in a gentle, soft voice.
• The sound of her question seemed to reach him, prompting the man to turn his head slowly toward her.