Not long after the plane took off, Vincent walked over to Mervyn and bowed his head in front of him.
"Sir, please take a rest. I will watch over Mr. Clyde now."
Mervyn stubbornly held onto the Alpha's hand and swallowed his tears as he turned towards Vincent. "Who... Who did this to him, Vince?! Who dared to kill him?!"
Vincent lowered his gaze and swallowed the remnants of lingering anger in his chest.
He was meant to say that if it weren't because of Gloria's order to protect Clyde, maybe he would go out on his own way to kill the bastards.
However, Vincent held back and tried to keep Mervyn away from the matters.
"Please mind that you must not overly stress yourself, Sir." He politely reminded, "Let's hope Mr. Clyde can regain consciousness and recover soon."
Hearing his words, Mervyn bent his lips downwardly as if disappointed. But he still kissed the Alpha's hand and gently caressed his chiseled face before leaving his bedside.
