>Venz
"Yes, Young Master."
The moment I heard the respectful tone at the end of the call, my jaw tightened. I ended the call without another word and slowly lowered my phone. My gaze finally moved to my wife.
She was sitting up on the hospital bed, her pale face twisted in confusion. Her lips were slightly parted, as if she wanted to ask something but didn't know how. The white sheets made her look even weaker than she already was, and the sight made something ugly stir in my chest.
I slid my phone into my pocket, forcing my fingers to loosen. Anger burned hot inside me, crawling under my skin, but I kept my face calm. I couldn't let her see it.
Not now. Not ever.
"Who was that?" she asked softly, her voice careful, curious but unsure.
