Cynthia was completely defeated by his shamelessness. She really wished she had a dose of anesthetic in her hand right now so she could inject him with a full syringe and keep him asleep until his wounds healed.
Seeing how upset she was, Albert Wilson quickly switched tactics and adopted a pitiful tone.
"Cynthia, I've been unconscious for three days. My body is sticky with sweat and blood—it's so uncomfortable I feel like I'm dying," he said lazily.
If this act still couldn't keep her by his side, then he might as well just die like this. This was the only time in his life he had acted so childish for a woman, trying to coax and deceive her…
Call him childish, despicable, shameless—whatever. At the weakest and most helpless moment of his life, all he wanted was for this woman to stay with him.
