"Clean well. Don't let my wife see the bloodstain."
The horror returned, running up Heath's spine. Liam's cold voice evoked his urge to run and save himself from the predator Heath had always seen in him.
However, dislike also grew when he heard Liam's words just now.
"No matter how hard you try to hide your deteriorating condition from my sister, you know the truth: you won't be able to last long in this world, right?" asked Heath in a low, trembling voice, with fear and anger.
Liam just smiled casually. "Of course. More than you, I know that. And Harriet, too. How many times do you think I've vomited blood in front of her?"
"Then why are you pushing yourself so much–?!" Heath stopped his questioning when Liam straightened himself. On reflex, Heath tried to help the slightly shorter man to stand up straight.
But Liam raised his hand, blocking Heath from helping him with a smile that turned the other way.
"Madam, good morning," Liam said.
