Gao Le watched his mother leave, his eyes sinking into complete despair. He slowly looked toward Shen Mochen, his expression one of terror and appeasement.
"Gao Le, how are you feeling?" Shen Mochen asked with a smile, walking to the bedside.
Gao Le trembled slightly, not daring to breathe. He vividly remembered Shen Mochen's devilish demeanor from the day before yesterday; the man was truly capable of anything!
Shen Mochen turned to ask Catherine, "Didn't you say he was lucid? Why does he look so foolish now?"
"Intermittent stupidity?"
"Possibly." Shen Mochen patted Gao Le's face with feigned concern. "Are you alright? If you're okay, try walking a few steps... Oh, you can't walk right now, so, if you're okay, just blink your eyes."
Gao Le, too scared to speak, could only blink.
