Chapter 634
During the quiet moments, Elliot’s pitch–black eyes drooped slightly, and a faint paleness tinted his handsome, sickly face.
Howard untied the ropes, then used alcohol to disinfect Elliot’s wounds.
The stinging pain intensified as the alcohol hit the wounds. Now that Elliot was blind, the pain seemed to have magnified many times over. However, he merely furrowed his brow, offering no audible complaint.
If not for the uncontrollable trembling of his fingertips, Howard might have thought the virus had numbed Elliot’s pain receptors.
“Does it hurt? If it hurts, it means you’re still alive. As a patient, can’t you be more self–conscious?” Howard lectured in a low tone while applying bandages.
Elliot remained expressionless, not bothering to argue, only asking, “Where did Nana go?”
“She went abroad,” Howard replied.
“Abroad?” Elliot sat up, leaning against the head of the bed. “Why did she go abroad? Why is she going so far so suddenly? What is she planning?”
“Do you really want to know?” Howard raised an eyebrow.
Elliot nodded, regaining some rationality, his face returning to its usual cold composure.
Using the same trick, Howard said, “Since you want to know the truth, then be a good patient and take your medicine. If you can behave for the whole day today, I’ll tell you.”
Then, he handed over the pills and capsules from the bedside table, along with the glass of water.
“Take it, don’t spill the water.”
Without hesitation, Elliot poured over a dozen pills into his mouth, swallowing them with the water. The intense bitterness filled his entire mouth, so bitter that Elliot’s face turned pale…
He endured the urge to throw up several times.
Howard keenly noticed that something was off in Elliot’s expression and furrowed his brows.
“Is it this bitter?”
Just as he said that, he quickly realized that it had to be Noah’s doing.
Noah, the man of few words with an aloof and peculiar temperament, nicknamed the Medical Freak, was even more terrifying than Corey.
He always managed to make people suffer in silence!
Feeling a bit guilty and recalling Sheena’s instructions before she left, Howard took out a piece of
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candy from his suit pocket and handed it to Elliot.
“This is from Nana. She said you love this flavor and bought a lot to stock up. She instructed me to give you one every time I watched you take your medicine. Anyway, I’ve done my part. Whether you
eat it or not is up to you.”
Howard could not fathom how a 28–year–old man, the decisive leader of the Jenkins family, known for his ruthlessness, still liked to eat milk–flavored candy.
It seemed utterly perplexing.
Elliot elegantly caressed the candy wrapper with his slender fingers. Gradually, his expression softened, shedding the hostility from earlier. Reaching the edge of the wrapper, he tore it open and brought the candy to his mouth, silently savoring it.
The familiar taste of milk melted delicately in his mouth, guiding his thoughts back to every night when Sheena fed him medicine mouth–to–mouth and to the sweet moments they shared over the
past month.
Howard noticed the slight redness at the corners of Elliot’s eyes and asked, “What’s wrong the taste, or is something hurting?”
Without explaining, Elliot’s eyelids drooped with a melancholic expression.
now? Is it
Howard cautiously reminded him, “You caused the injury to your wrists yourself. When Nana comes back, don’t go blaming me. Besides, you even hit me today, and my right shoulder still hurts.”
Elliot huddled under the blanket, turning away from Howard.
“I want to be alone for a while.”
Howard stood up. “Alright, what do you want for breakfast? I’ll have it prepared, and I’ll come back in an hour.”
“I’m not eating.
Elliot lay on his side and closed his eyes.
“That won’t do. You must eat. Do you want to know about Nana’s situation or
