, standing by the window smoking, couldn't bear to watch when the wound was being cleaned and Titus Zane was enduring the pain. But when a gasp sounded behind him, Nathan Moore threw away the cigarette and strode over.
"Move aside!" He grabbed Evander Lancaster by the back of his collar, lifted him up, then sat down in front of the bed himself, took a cotton swab and antiseptic, and gently dabbed it on the red marks on Titus Zane's arm.
"Big bro, who's the sicko that hurt brother's wife like this? Tell me, and I'll go wipe him out right now."
"Go ahead," just two words without much emotion, Nathan wiped more antiseptic, gently touching Titus Zane's eye socket, "He's lying in the hospital right now, go there on my behalf and castrate him."
Evander Lancaster...
With his hands in his pockets standing in front of the bed, he was just casually speaking, right.
