Leander's face softened.
"I don't know why the doctor kept my condition from you, but you knew it when you signed that book," Viviana continued to plead. She wanted to try and influence him to change his mind. She wanted to save a life.
Leander squirmed his fingers to get out of her hold. He doesn't like to be influenced, and it was obvious what she is doing. But when he looked at her eyes, he...couldn't shrug her off and storm off like he wants to.
She thinks he knew about it, but he didn't know about her condition. But she is right. She did tell him. Now he understood why the "joke" he made didn't land and made her sad.
"I told you and you even mocked me for it. Every doctor is going to have the same diagnosis as him. There is no cure for me. And if you are going to kill him to keep your shame a secret, then~"
"My shame?" Leander raised his brows. She knows how to push his buttons.
