"Why? Is it because she's dead?!"
Lewis froze, balling his hand into a fist. His eyes glinted as he looked back at Quentin angrily. But as soon as he met the latter's eyes, Quentin spoke.
"No way..." Quentin scoffed in disbelief, seeing the defensive expression that broke Lewis's cold countenance. He knew Lewis wouldn't be this triggered if what he said wasn't the truth or part of the truth.
"No... she can't..."
"Stop saying she's dead, she's not," Lewis remarked with a dead tone. "I hope you recover well, Mister De Luca. If you need anything, the Qin's will assist you."
He didn't wait for Quentin to react as he left the hospital room. As soon as he storm out, Dion and Derek perked their head, but Lewis didn't stop. He ignored everything as if he was running away from something. Or rather, he was just tired of people telling him she was dead.
