Half an hour later, the ambulance sped over, and the blood hole in Iris Harris's chest had been stopped by emergency treatment, yet she had already fallen into a coma.
Inside the villa, two equally talented and handsome men sat dumbfounded, then one of them reacted first, raising a fist and punching the other in the face.
"What did you do—!" William Moore's eyes were blood-red, "You actually ordered someone to shoot her—!!"
"How could I possibly kill her!" Brandan Hyde punched him back, spitting a mouthful of blood, "It's all you! It's all you! William Moore, why do you always haunt her like a ghost—!!"
When Eddison returned, he saw his master and Brandan Hyde wrestling together, and he rushed over to pull them apart, "Calm down, both of you!"
Brandan Hyde's lips were bleeding, and one of his eyes was bruised. He looked coldly at William Moore, who was equally battered not far away, "If she really dies, I'll make you accompany her to the grave!"
