Before Sky could react, the scorching hot porridge in his hand was knocked over by Dray.
With a loud "crash", the porcelain bowl shattered on the stairs and the hot porridge spilled all over the floor.
Sky was frightened and his face turned pale.
Before he could even react, the man's voice, laced with anger, came crashing down on him.
"If it happens again, you can leave on your own!"
Dray's disgusted attitude sent shivers down Sky's spine, fully awakening him.
He didn't say anything more and crouched down to pick up the broken pieces on the stairs.
Just like last night, his delicate fingers seemed to have no sensation.
Even when he picked up the pieces that were still hot from the porridge, there was no pain.
Dray stood on the stairs, looking down at Sky's delicate fingertips as they moved back and forth over the steaming residue.
His thick eyebrows furrowed even tighter.
It wasn't until a moment later, when Sky stood up with all the pieces in his hand, that he realized the man on the stairs had already disappeared.
Good riddance.
Did he really expect him to help or comfort him?
In that moment, he had come to his senses.
He was foolish to think that Dray wasn't so repulsed by him, just because of an unintentional gesture in the dining room.
Sky quickly cleaned up the stairs and went back to his room to check his bank account and contact list.
200,000... What should he do...
*
Sky woke up in the middle of the night, his mind filled with thoughts of the 200,000 yuan debt. He couldn't sleep peacefully.
He decided to get up and pour himself a glass of water.
The first floor was dark, with only faint light coming from the stairs leading up to the second floor.
Was the man still awake?
But what did it matter to him?
Sky told himself not to pay attention to the light upstairs and walked to the water dispenser. He poured himself a glass of water and was about to head back to his room when...
"Bang!"
A heavy, muffled sound suddenly came from upstairs.
Sky froze in place.
Instinctively, he wanted to look up at the second floor.
But a voice in his head told him not to meddle in other people's business.
Dray's cold and threatening words were still ringing in his ears.
The second floor was his private domain, and he was not allowed to set foot there.
He didn't want to invite trouble.
Sky forced himself not to care and walked back to his room in the dark.
But just as he reached her door...
"Bang!"
"Crash!"
Two even more alarming sounds came from upstairs, like the sound of glass shattering.
What was Dray doing up there?!
Sky knew he shouldn't interfere, but there had been no sound from upstairs for a long time, and the heavy noise from earlier had left him feeling uneasy.
In the end, he gave in to his soft heart.
He gritted his teeth and, relying on his memory from last time, made his way to the second floor.
The second floor was even bigger than the first, and the only light came from an open door.
It was Dray's room!
"Mr. Li... are you there?"
"What's wrong?"
He called out softly a few times, but there was no response from the bedroom.
Sky pursed his lips, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door that had not been closed.
As he entered, the scene in front of him made his face turn pale with shock!
Sky never expected that when he pushed open the door, he would see Dray lying unconscious by the bed.
Dray seemed to be in pain, his eyebrows furrowed tightly, his face turning blue. One hand was clenched into a fist and pressed against his chest, while the other was tightly gripping the headboard.
On the floor beside the bed was his phone, which he had dropped, and broken glass scattered all over the floor.
Obviously, the noise that Sky had heard downstairs was the sound of the phone and glass hitting the floor and shattering.
The man who had warned him with a cold and sinister demeanor not long ago now seemed incredibly weak.
Not only were his eyes tightly closed, but his sharp eyebrows were also furrowed into a frown.
Even the chiseled and stern face was contorted with pain, and a layer of cold sweat was visible on his forehead, indicating the immense suffering he was enduring.
Sky's first reaction was that this man was finally getting his comeuppance.
Just for his countless wasteful ways of food, he deserved it.
But then he thought better of it, suppressing the small sense of revenge that had risen within him as a professional caregiver.
Besides, no matter how harsh Dray's words were, he had indeed helped him.
He would just consider it as repaying him for his unintentional assistance in the restaurant, so that he wouldn't owe him anything.
With this in mind, Sky approached Dray and gently called out to him, "Mr. Li...are you okay? Can you hear me?"
As soon as his hand touched Dray's shoulder, he felt a scorching sensation in his palm.
Dray seemed to be in great pain, with his body trembling slightly.
And he couldn't even hear his call, his eyes tightly closed, the cold sweat on his forehead becoming more severe, and his stern face even paler.
As a nurse in the hospital, Sky had seen all kinds of sudden situations and had a professional nursing certificate.
He quickly realized Dray's problem.
He speculated that this was a symptom of a gastric ulcer attack!
Sky frowned, wondering how to evaluate this man who didn't even eat dinner despite having a bad stomach.
Luckily, he didn't have any symptoms of vomiting blood, otherwise he would have to be rushed to the hospital.
Sky helped the man onto the bed and went downstairs to find some effective medicine for stomach ulcers.
To his surprise, he couldn't find any medicine for this in such a big apartment.
Luckily, there was a 24-hour pharmacy downstairs.
Sky went to the pharmacy, bought the medicine, hurried back, and heated up some water to give Dray the medicine.
Then, he cleaned up the broken glass and water stains on the floor and put his phone back on the bedside table.
In theory, Sky should have made a pot of millet porridge for Dray to drink to nourish his stomach.
Taking medicine was only a temporary solution.
But everything he had done tonight had already exceeded the safety limit.
If he wanted to protect himself, he'd better not interfere anymore.
Seeing Dray's tightly furrowed brow on the bed, there were signs of slowly relaxing.
Sky knew that the medicine was taking effect.
"Dray, although you said that helping me in the restaurant was just a casual act of helping an ant, it shouldn't be taken to heart... but I still want to thank you for your unintentional act."
"...Anyway, what I owe you has been paid off now. In the future, you should take care of your own health. You may not be so lucky next time. Well, I'm going down now. Rest well."
Sky looked at the man on the bed with closed eyes and spoke softly, word by word.
After Sky left the room with a water glass and a medicine box, the man lying on the large bed kept his eyes closed. His slender fingers moved slightly in the darkness.