"Sir?" Tinder runs to them, "Are you still unwell?"
He orders the bodyguards to have the driver pull the car around.
"What's wrong?" Avery asks.
"Mr. Howel has been feeling poorly all afternoon. Dr. Walter said he should limit contact with you, but he didn't listen and insisted on bringing you here," Robert explains.
"Shut your fat mouth," Evan snaps, though he's clutching his chest and gasping for breath, "David was exaggerating."
Robert presses his lips together and says nothing. Avery is still processing Robert's words.
"How come I didn't notice his illness even though he insists on spending almost every single moment with me?" she thinks.
"What's that look on your face?" Evan asks.
"What look?" Avery responds.
"You look worried about me."
Avery looks at him, speechless. She doesn't realize that the sparkler is burning down to the end of the stick until Evan snatches it from her hands and throws it away.
