Valerie and Pedro left, and I stayed behind in the hospital to accompany Hendrix. Hendrix gave Evan a call, and their conversation revolved around the company's business.
I sat aside and waited in silence. It took him about half an hour to finish the call.
He frowned slightly after hanging up on the call.
He took the book from my hand, looked at me and said softly, "Evan has found a good ointment. Let's try using it after we get back. You should be all right soon."
I only realized that he was referring the scar on my face when I noticed his gaze falling on my face,
I shook my head slightly and smiled, "It's okay, I don't mind."
He lifted his hand and was exceptionally gentle.
Holding his hand, I said, "We can go to bed after the doctor comes over to change your dressing."
With a faint smile on his face, he pulled me into his arms and said, "I'm almost fully recovered. Don't worry."
How could I not be worried? Although I couldn't see the big scar on his back, it was still there.
Remembering what had happened that afternoon, I gave him a sidelong glance and asked, "Are you still worried about Josiah?"
Stunned for a moment, he shook his head slightly and replied, "No, I've already asked the warden to keep a lookout for him. There won't be any problem."
I nodded. Then, I looked at him and asked without myself knowing, "If you don't like it, I won't keep in touch with Pedro and Valerie."
He frowned and looked at me, feeling a little surprised, "Why are you suddenly saying such a thing?"
How should I explain myself?
After thinking for a while, I replied, "Although Natalie's death isn't directly related to the Moore Family, she did get involved in the accident because of them. I can understand the grudge you have against the Moore Family. We have so much time left in this world. We don't have to make things difficult for ourselves."
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