"Yeah." Linden Hawthorne replied carelessly.
As if he wasn't answering for himself.
Professor Linton asked, "Does she know?"
"Probably not."
No matter what he did, his emotions remained unperturbed, even now as he picked up the scalpel and made an incision on his fair wrist, he was still as calm as the breeze.
Bright red blood flowed out, dripping into the container.
"This way, there's no danger to his life, right?"
Linden Hawthorne looked at Seth Thorne lying on the hospital bed.
Professor Linton said, "Temporarily safe, but you..."
Linden Hawthorne's fair face gradually turned pale.
His skin was fair, noble like a prince, and as he released blood from his body, his pallor became easily noticeable.
Even his rose-colored lips took on a pale hue.
Linden, as if nothing had happened, clenched his fist, causing the blood to flow faster, cornering his lips into a smile, he said, "It's just a little bit of blood, it won't kill anyone."
