“We don’t know whether his arm would still be the same even if he’d been operated on in a timely manner.”

“Is that all? A broken arm?” Darius raised an eyebrow, looking surprised. “Well, have him discharged from that hospital and admitted into another one. I’ll foot the bill but ensure the doctors do their best to keep his arm. Money isn’t an issue.”

Ansel nodded and tapped on his phone vigorously. When he was done, he stiffened, not knowing how to answer Darius’ question. To him, the probable loss of an arm was a serious injury, but it didn’t seem to mean much to Darius.

He opened his mouth, then closed it again, not knowing what to say. In the end, he shook his head and said truthfully, “That’s not his only injury. He has many broken bones, other injuries, and even organ damage. Someone—likely several people—beat him up violently.” He shuddered at the sudden drop in temperature.

The atmosphere in the room was suddenly frosty, and he gulped. He clasped his hands nervously, not darin