Arlo had completely given in to despair—his gaze was empty as his expression went rigid, and he remained silent for 30 seconds.

After that, he hung his head and wiped his tears, looking at his left hand as he murmured, "Lady Griffin has left me alive, but I am completely disabled from now on… unable to get dressed, eat on my own, or even wipe my own ass after taking a shit. A man who stands a good six feet tall, living like this? I'd rather die…"

Tarlon promptly told him off, "A miserable life is always better than death—that's the eternal truth that will never change. Also, let me remind you that even if you die, you're not saving your left hand. It being attached to your wrist is the greatest threat to the entire Qing Eliminating Society and the Griffin family!"

Arlo knew that there was no point in complaining or begging at this point—not even divine intervention could save his left hand now.

Even if Fleur's mysterious foe gave him another regeneration pill, it would be pointless