Milo's knees gave out. He slumped to the ground and stared blabkly at it. He resembled a child who woke up from a nap befuddled with reality. He slowly blinked, lciked his lips, his brows knitting together.
"I should've sat down to hear that," Milo finally said after a long silence. "I didn't expect that."
Kaden nodded his head amiably. "The brat handled it much better than expected."
"And you shouldn't tell anyone of this," Lina informed Milo. "There are people out there who are sick and—"
"You have my sworn secrecy," Milo reassured her with a wry smile, almost hurt that she even fathom the idea of him selling her secret. Awkwardly, he picked at a piece of his ripped jeans.
"On the brighter side, I won't have to suffer the pain of watching you die before me, given you're older than me," Milo grumbled. "On a worse note, you'll suffer watching everyone you love drop dead and you'll never experience that relief."
