Chapter 110

“You really don’t care about anything, do you?” Amir leaned against the doorway, watching Kaharman prepare to operate on 032.

“Oh, my assistant told me everything’s fine,” Kaharman said, looking innocent. “Also—thank you, Amir. I was supposed to be helping you, and you ended up helping me first.”

Kaharman’s hand—scalpel in it—paused. He seemed to wrestle with himself for a moment.