No matter how hard he tried to understand the situation, Drake just couldn't do. His brain seemed not to cope. The fact that Mr Hao dropped on his knees, clasped his hands together and pleaded desperately was just too much for him.
He shook his head, falling back-down into the bed. He would roll to this side and that side. He knew that he was making a mountain of a molehill. He knew that he was giving much attention to something little at the expense of the bigger one.
He should worry about Mason and things to do about the situation, but he had allowed his mind to be devoured by Mr Hao sudden change.
"Could he really be serious? Is he really the undercover?"
This time around, he had no excuse. Even if he was trying to avoid the truth, he couldn't anymore. If he did, then he was just being unrealistic and being untrue to himself.
"He really gave Mason away and saw to his death?"
He sat up. He stood from the bed and began to pace.
