"Ysabelle, push me over there, I want to be closer to her."

After some time, Yezoo broke the silence and turned around to speak in a hushed voice. Ysabelle pushed his wheelchair towards Dorothy's bed and he looked excited.

Jeremy did not follow. Instead, he lit a cigar, walked to the window, and smirked. He leaned lazily against the bed, eyes narrowed, as he exhaled some smoke.

What the f*ck, there must be something wrong with his brain. Why was he sticking around in the ward to enjoy this terrible family reunion?

At that moment, although Dorothy was looking down, it looked like there was a lot he wanted to...