Kelly’s POV
I grabbed Klay’s arm and dragged him out of my father’s room after he brought a doctor to put my dad into sleep.
“What was that, Klay? Why does he look so angry at you? I mean…his…his eyes. They’re furious, Klay. Did you see that? He was trying so hard to reach you as if he’s gonna kill you if he did. Why did he act like that? Tell me.”
He clenched his jaws and stared into my eyes intensely. I feel so irritated that he’s just looking at me blankly and not giving me answers.
“Klay!”
“He’s angry because you’re here, Kelly,” he answered calmly.
My forehead immediately creased. “What?”
He clenched his jaws again while his eyes were sharp. I don’t know but I’m seeing the old Klay again. The cold and ruthless version of him.
“He’s angry because you’re here, Kelly. I told you he doesn’t want you to know about his condition. He’s angry with me because I brought you here.”
