And then she really had... no recourse whatsoever.
"What on earth are you thinking?" She found his indifferent demeanor a bit unbearable, "Does it amuse you to make yourself look like this? Do you have any idea how painful it is for the people who care about you to see you like this?"
This disheveled, dreary, and bruised Trenton Smith.
She couldn't stand it.
Trenton Smith looked at her but didn't speak.
He lifted his hand slowly and took a drag of his cigarette before saying to Norris Moore, "Prepare yourself the day after tomorrow. I will take you back to Alex Miller's place."
Norris Moore was stunned and asked subconsciously, "Are you going back to the United Kingdom the day after tomorrow?"
Trenton Smith didn't answer. "Your illness also seems to be almost healed. You should be fine as long as you visit the hospital regularly for controlled treatment."
Norris Moore gripped his clothes tightly, asking, "Are you going back?"
