Zachary Armstrong's smile carried a hint of coldness, which was somewhat incongruous with his rugged features.
Joshua Sulliven's heart tightened slightly. With just a few words from Zachary, he felt a chill seep into his heart.
He didn't dare to imagine—if Zachary Armstrong hadn't given up, if Keira Leaf had truly been hypnotized by him, and if she had indeed raised a knife against him—he supposed he wouldn't even have the strength to dodge.
"Thank you," Joshua Sulliven said softly.
For so many years, the three brothers had been in conflict, fought to the death, and played deceptive games. Yet now, they were all getting old—a youthful dream, a lifetime of brotherhood and bond.
Zachary Armstrong lowered his dark eyelashes, hiding the faint moisture in his eyes, and said flatly, "I'll come again tomorrow."
Joshua Sulliven nodded, sitting alone in the ward for a while. Worried that Keira Leaf might be anxious, he soon returned to her ward.
