Jackson Sully didn't mind much, after all, she didn't have any real feelings nor did she foolishly expect a maniac like Zachary Armstrong to take any special care of her.
With a slight lift of his head as a signal, two doctors dressed in white coats—but with guns tucked inside their clothing—stepped forward and led Jackson Sully towards the operating table in the inner room.
After Jackson Sully entered the room, she couldn't help but pause, looking at each glass jar around her, in which various shapes of human organs were soaked in differently colored medicinal solutions, a scene reminiscent of the time when the Island Nation invaded the Chinese land.
Jackson Sully looked over these items, and her complexion involuntarily paled a few shades.
Perhaps this was the only time she was grateful that her child had not been born, for she dared not imagine if the child were to face the same fate as herself at this moment, should Shane Winchester not love him at all.
