“What’s wrong?” Zephyr was puzzled upon seeing Nicholas’ pained expression.

He thought that he was already humbling himself to wipe the man’s face for him, so how could the latter still have complaints!?

“Nothing.” Nicholas winced.

“Your wound’s pretty deep.” Zephyr looked at him. “You need to rest up for some time. Don’t move mindlessly, or you’ll suffer if your wound opens up again.”

“Where’s this place?”

“Seth’s hospital.”

“What?” Nicholas almost sprang up, hissing in pain when he accidentally pulled the wound on his stomach.

Zephyr glanced at him with a scowl.

“I couldn’t send you elsewhere. Seth knows everything,” he said in a deep tone. “He saved your life. You should thank him!”

Nicholas scoffed and smirked.

“He’s the one who saved your life too, right,

immediately as his gaze turned

“What did you say?”

felt like the temperature had plummeted. The two men stared at each other just like that, as if two lions that were about to fight and waiting

the first one to speak. “You’re actually the one

of saint. But

looked Zephyr in the eyes and lowered his voice to say, “You’re the third

“Zephyr Hamerton!”

at him coldly. His fists on the sides of his body

lips together before speaking weakly but clearly, “Yale Hamerton… found Marcus Grist. He’ll attack you anytime and make Marcus replace you, lie to the whole world, and

his

“So, you’re Yale’s subordinate?”

just wants me to do things

here to kill me

arched

would’ve long been a widow if I wanted to

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