Jonathan did not stop her and merely said, "Samantha's younger brother."
Rochelle froze. Her long eyelashes trembled and she opened her eyes abruptly. "Spit it out!"
"Corey is still alive. Samantha transferred him to a foreign hospital before she left. He's now being taken care of by Little St. John, also known as Dr. Sherwood," Jonathan said calmly. "Corey's still comatose. He needs someone to take care of him long-term now that Samantha's gone. He's the only person she truly cares about. If you're dead, Corey will become an orphan and he definitely won't be able to survive."
Rochelle knew exactly what Jonathan meant by those words.
He knew all too well how to stimulate her desire to survive.
She had always been a pitiful little bug that he held in his hands.
Rochelle closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths.
She then put down the gun, took out her mobile phone, and called Alan.
