"Collins, your hand is bleeding. The doctor said you're still very weak and needs to rest quietly. You can't keep torturing yourself like this." Milla Terrence rushed forward, seeing Collins Aiden self-harming in distress.
Just as she reached out to shut down his computer, Collins tilted his head, glaring at her sharply.
The indifferent look in his eyes was like that of a stranger.
If she dared to touch his computer, he would kill her without hesitation!
Milla Terrence froze instantly, her outstretched hand awkwardly retracting as she bit her lips, standing beside him with tears falling.
"Collins, you're awake," Mrs. Aiden hurried over upon hearing the news, her expression changing slightly at the sight of Collins busy looking for someone as soon as he woke up.
"Leave," Collins glanced at Mrs. Aiden, then quickly shifted his gaze to Milla Terrence. His thin lips parted slightly, and he gently uttered two words.
"..." Mrs. Aiden instantly understood his intention.
