Seeing the wounds on Arthur Yates, Zoe Sawyer's expression grew hesitant, and her tone became uncertain.
'If he staged this himself, aren't these injuries a little too severe?'
"It's hard to say. Some people will do things an ordinary person can't comprehend for fame and fortune." Sean Hughes's expression was serious; she had handled many cases like this.
Some people wouldn't hesitate to sell their own children for such things.
Arthur Yates's injuries looked severe, but they weren't life-threatening. With proper rest, he could make a full recovery.
The cost of his recovery would be nothing compared to the attention and popularity he'd gain from the kidnapping.
Arthur Yates struggled to open his eyes. He saw the familiar icon on the phone screen and was about to say something when, a second later, a hand slapped him across the face.
"Shut up. It's not your turn to talk yet." The man's voice came from the livestream, his tone flat and devoid of any discernible emotion.
