"Okay, go ahead."
Terrence gently touched her hair with his fingertips, and his eyes were full of tenderness.
"Dr. Powell was injured, just on the night he met you."
Hearing this, Terrence immediately stopped and kept a distance from her.
The tenderness in his eyes faded away in an instant and then turned to be as cold as before.
Alexa looked at him in surprise.
"Do you think I did something to him?"
"I just..."
"No need to say anything more."
Terrence stood up decisively and stood in front of her coldly.
"Am I such a bad person in your eyes?"
"Don't get me wrong. I just want to ask you."
"Are you questioning me for him?"
Alexa was getting more and more anxious, but Terrence's face was as dark as ink, so she didn't dare to say anything more.
The two of them chose to be silent at the same time, and the temperature in the ward instantly seemed to drop.