"How is Eliza now?"
Sawyer snorted. He sounded so righteous, but in the end, he was secretly worried.
"Not good."
Beau sat up straight and looked straight at Sawyer.
Sawyer's scalp was numb after being stared at, and he said angrily, "Why are you staring at me? It's all your fault! What's more, your unlucky brother ran to her and shouted at her, which made her think that she killed you!"
"Do you know how guilty she is?"
"She hasn't rested for two days and nights. Her eyes are as swollen as a walnut, and her face is paler than paper..."
Before Sawyer could finish his words, Beau suddenly pushed the bedside table aside.
Sawyer's tone paused, and then he curled his lips. "What's the use of being angry now? It's pointless!"
Beau glared at Sawyer and asked, "What do you want me to do?"
Sawyer closed his mouth which was full of sarcasm.
