When Eddison walked in, the entire surgical corridor was filled with a somber atmosphere.
Brandan sat on the bench, head down, smoking a cigarette, expressionless. Only by looking closely could one detect a certain anxiety in his dark eyes.
Facing the man who had nearly dismantled their Dark Chamber over the past half-month, Eddison looked at him, his feelings truly complicated at this moment.
William stood over there, eyes slightly closed, his handsome face displaying a shade of gloominess.
"Young Master."
He walked over and softly said, "Miss Harris didn't incur life-threatening injuries; she should be fine. Please don't worry."
William raised his eyes to glance at him, only to let out a soft, bitter laugh, laden with deep reluctance and bitterness: "I not only failed to protect her but also let her encounter danger again... I really don't have the face to see her."
Unexpectedly, in the end, it's her who had to save him.
