Chapter 335

Toby narrowed his eyes slightly. He appeared gentle and easy to talk to, yet how could he truly be so when he had become friends with Andrew? Even his parents could not command him to do anything. Who did Mary think she was? Moreover, he despised it when others tugged at his clothes. Out of nowhere, Toby produced a scalpel, its sharp edge gleaming in the light. With a hint of a smile lingering in his eyes, he slowly brought the scalpel toward Mary's hand that clutched at his clothing. Startled, Mary quickly let go. Who in their right mind would keep a smile on their face and pull out a blade at the slightest disagreement? In addition, who would carry a scalpel with them?" Mary seemed to realize Toby's indifference and recognized that invoking Linda's name was futile. She gazed upon her son, who was thrashing in anguish on the hospital bed. She watched as the doctors scrambled ineffectively, utterly powerless to help. Finally, Mary ceased her bravado. It dawned on her that on