"Grandpa, how can you say that? Nathan got hurt because he was trying to save me." Titus Zane rebutted unhappily and then lifted the covers and got out of bed, "Aunt, can you take me to see Nathan?"
Abigail Zimmerman looked at her father-in-law, and seeing that he had no objections, she nodded in agreement.
In the ICU, Titus Zane sat in front of the hospital bed, grasping Nathan Moore's hand with both of his, pressing it against his face, gently caressing it.
"Nathan, does it hurt a lot..." Being stabbed in the back five times and losing so much blood must be terribly painful.
"Nathan, I'm sorry. It's my fault you got dragged into this. If I hadn't joined... none of this trouble would have happened..."
On the hospital bed, the sleeping man slightly furrowed his brows. Seeing that, Titus Zane placed his hand back on the bed, his slender fingers covering Nathan Moore's forehead, gently stroking, "Don't furrow your brow, you said that from now on, we have to be happy,"
