“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.

the one

immediately as his

“What did you say?”

atmosphere in the hospital ward was tense, and it felt like the temperature had plummeted. The two men stared at each other just like that, as if two lions

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

in the gangs. I’m not some kind of saint. But I know that one has to be

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

“Zephyr Hamerton!”

looked at him coldly. His fists on the sides of his body clenched and loosened before they quietly tightened

Nicholas’ injured state, he looked exhausted after saying so much in a go. He pressed his lips together before speaking weakly but clearly, “Yale Hamerton… found Marcus Grist. He’ll attack you

and his

“So, you’re Yale’s subordinate?”

wants me to do things for

you’re here to kill me from the

looked up at him and arched a brow, wearing

would’ve long been a widow

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