Liam Swallow had become terribly thin, his eye sockets deeply sunken, and his hair completely gray. When he saw Trenton coming, he waved his hand, gesturing for him to sit opposite him.
Looking at him like this, Trenton's expression slowly turned serious, and he asked, "What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"
Liam stared at him and then slowly sighed, his voice hoarse, "I am going back to the United States this afternoon. I have something to talk to you about."
He looked exhausted, his whole person emaciated and pale, one hand propping up his forehead, as if something were almost too much for him to bear.
Trenton looked at him for a while, then said, "Go ahead."
"How long have you and Norris been together?"
Trenton's eyes flinched slightly, but he didn't answer the question, only slowly saying, "Uncle, you don't seem to like Norris."
Liam paused, then smiled bitterly, lowering his eyes, "How could I not... She's a good girl. I like her very much."
