"No reason, let's go!" Liam Cloud's voice was firm, beyond challenge.
Hope Williams furrowed her brows, looking at him worriedly, "Let's treat your wounds first, then I'll leave. Now that I'm here, I can't escape being involved anymore. It's too late to leave."
Liam Cloud was angry precisely because he knew this. Her coming here meant she couldn't break free from the connection.
In the end, he had dragged her into this.
Liam Cloud clenched his molars fiercely, "You've always been smart. At times like these, you should know you shouldn't have come."
"I'm not that heartless—to know yet merely watch you die from severe injuries." Hope Williams withdrew her hand and set down the medical kit.
"Sit down." Hope Williams's tone carried a hint of command as she gestured for Liam Cloud to sit back on the couch.
Liam Cloud bit his molar tightly, expressionless, but still sat down in the chair. Hope Williams took out disinfectant and cotton from the medical kit.