Nathan, feeling the weight of the threat, calmed down.
As his agitation subsided, his hollow eyes appeared tired, framed by long lashes. His handsome face had a faint pallor, evidence of his illness.
Cautiously, Cyrus started to reach out for the man’s wrists and gently pulled the ties loose. Then, he grabbed some cotton swabs and started to disinfect Nathan’s wounds by dabbing them with alcohol.
The liquid stung, causing intense pain to surge through Nathan’s body.
Although his vision was impaired, the pain seemed to magnify within him, manifested only through his trembling fingertips.
If his fingertips hadn’t trembled uncontrollably, Cyrus would have thought that the virus had made him numb.
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“Does it hurt? If you feel pain, it means you’re still alive. Can’t you at least act like a patient and take care of yourself?”
Cyrus chided, wrapping the wound with a bandage.
Nathan remained expressionless, refraining from retorting.
“Where did Lucinda go?”
“She went abroad,” Cyrus responded curtly.
As he spoke, he continued to dab another cotton swab soaked in alcohol all ov
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er the man’s wrist.
“Abroad?” Nathan sat up, leaning against the headboard with furrowed brows.
“Why did she go abroad? What is she planning to do?”
“Do you really want to know?” Cyrus raised an eyebrow, trying to stall the moment.
Nathan nodded enthusiastically, gradually regaining his sanity and composure.
Seeing how he looked so obedient all of a sudden, Cyrus said, “Take the medicine first. If you behave yourself for the rest of the day, I might tell you.”
He smiled, placing the cup of pills on the bedside table within the man’s reach and handed him a cup of water.
“Take these. And be careful not to spill the water.”
Without hesitation, Nathan swallowed the pills with a gulp of water.
The bitterness coated his mouth, causing his face to turn pale. He fought hard against the urge to gag.
Noticing Nathan’s discomfort, Cyrus frowned and asked, “Do they taste awful?”
As soon as the words left his mouth, Cyrus realized what was going on.
It must have been Hilliard’s doing.