Chapter 522 Olive Browne Special (VIII)

When Ronald Trent woke up, his arms were barely able to move, and the slightest movement would cause him so much pain.

Opening his eyes, he was lying in a luxurious bed with the high-end bed curtain dazzling with all sort of decorations.

Yet, the room was very simple and bright; all the bedding was newly washed; his dirty clothes were changed out; the quilt covering him smelled faintly of laundry detergent.

The creaky door was pushed open from outside and brought his attention...