Alexander raised an eyebrow, "How did you get out? Weren't you imprisoned for murder? Aunt Morrison, stay away from him. This man kills without batting an eye, it's all over the newspapers."
Harry suddenly chuckled, his icy demeanor instantly thawing, "Young Master Parker is so severely injured, I heard from the doctor it's paralysis, yet you're still out here catching a breeze?"
Alexander had never seen Harry smile at him, and now that he did, it was overwhelmingly gentle! It was unsettling!
"I'm not paralyzed, I'll recover in a few days!"
"Connor, call our people, take him back to the hospital. If they dare to release this serious mental patient again, we'll have the director replaced."
Connor grinned maliciously at Alexander, "Safe journey, without farewell, Young Master Parker!"
He abruptly pushed the wheelchair away, with his men catching it and pushing him off.
Shiely, ignoring Alexander, asked incredulously, "Harry, did you really kill someone? Will you go to prison?"
