“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.

I remember correctly…” He looked at Zephyr. “He’s the one who saved your life too, right,

glowered immediately as his gaze turned icy

“What did you say?”

like the temperature had plummeted. The two men stared at each other

Nicholas was the first one to speak. “You’re actually the one who saved my life. You found

in the gangs. I’m not some kind of saint. But I know

a long time ago.” Nicholas looked Zephyr in the eyes and lowered his voice to say, “You’re the third heir of the

“Zephyr Hamerton!”

fists on the sides of his body clenched and loosened before they quietly tightened

Hamerton… found Marcus Grist. He’ll attack you anytime and make Marcus replace

his

“So, you’re Yale’s subordinate?”

wants me to

to kill me from

arched a brow, wearing a

woman would’ve long been a widow if

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