Howe Westbrook found the person he had been looking for over the past two days on the second floor.
The man lying on the hospital bed had skin as white as ivory, made even paler due to blood loss, giving off a faint hazy glow. His features were extraordinarily beautiful, more delicate than a woman's, and the small tear mole under his left eye highlighted his entire face. At this moment, he lay quietly on the bed, his dark eyes looking calmly over, as if he had long anticipated who the visitor would be, making one want to tear apart that face!
"Second Brother, I heard you were in a car accident. Why didn't you tell the family? I had to look for you for so long." Howe Westbrook never liked this brother. Even though he feigned concern with his words, his tone was icy and sinister, "Didn't you know I would worry about you?"
"Worry about whether I'm dead or not?" Lyle Westbrook sat up calmly.
