Philip Shaw quietly tugged at the corner of his lips, lowering his eyes with a soft chuckle, "If it's not my fault, then whose is it? Yours?"
After he said this, it seemed he genuinely found it amusing, letting out a few more low chuckles to himself. But in the hospital room, the laughter inexplicably conveyed a sense of loneliness.
"Alright," he waved his hand, speaking to Angela Summer, "You should leave for now."
Angela Summer calmed down and called out to him, "Young Master."
"..."
"I won't leave."
"..."
"I'll always stay by your side. Even if everyone else leaves, I'll stay with you." She kept her head down, not looking at his face, her tone light and quick, "It was you who took me in, my life belongs to you. If you don't want me anymore, you might as well just kill me."
Philip Shaw's brow twitched slightly, glancing at her with a cold voice, "Blind loyalty."
"..." Angela Summer mumbled, "Anyway, I won't leave."
