Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 155 The Delirious Eric

After giving my statement to the police and getting their approval, I went to see Blake.

Fate had a twisted sense of humor. Both Blake and Eric had fallen from the building, yet Eric ended up with more severe injuries.

Blake, on the other hand, only suffered minor scrapes. After a quick bandage job, he was transferred to a regular hospital ward.

Now, without the mask hiding his face, he looked visibly uneasy the moment I stepped in.

I sat beside him and said coolly, "I know who you are."

His eyes flickered with surprise, but I remained composed. "Why did you do it?"

He lifted his chin stubbornly. "No reason. I just couldn't stand watching you bully Elsa, so I wanted to stand up for her."

His words might've sounded righteous, but the panic in his eyes was impossible to miss. The mask had allowed him to forget who he really was. But now, without it, he had no choice but to be Blake.

I chuckled and exposed his lie. "If that's the case, then why did you kidnap Elsa?"

voice faltered, and he fumbled for a

a sigh. "So, you're really willing to

had manipulated him, all just to prove that she was the one who mattered most in Jack's and Jeremiah's hearts. And Blake was willing to go this far for the mere illusion of her

Jeremiah, I had lost sight of who I was back then. I decided not to push Blake any further and

"You're not going to

couldn't help but laugh at that. "Now I'm really curious

the words left my lips, I turned and walked

whirlwind of love to admit that the person they cherished was actually despicable was a

evidence in my hands. As for Blake?

I returned to the doors of the operating room,

the hospital ward, he was still under the lingering effects of anesthesia. His eyes were shut tight and

in ways that don't align with his usual behavior. That's completely normal, so don't be alarmed. And once he wakes up, he can't have any food or water-nothing at all. Call us after he passes

committing every instruction to

I had prepared myself for this, yet seeing him

drifted toward me, and his voice was sluggish when he spoke as if his mouth had

mumbled my name, his hand reaching

gave it

a brief moment, he quieted down, but then