Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Benedict couldn’t move his eyes away from the doctor’s pair of hands. It was evident he was afraid he would miss it, just like the time he headed out of the ward to answer the call.

A skin prick test was all it would take to determine if the young man was allergic to penicillin.

Silence remained in the ward as everyone held their breath throughout the session.

Once the doctor was done, he beckoned Edmund to hold on to the cotton bud and reminded him, “It’s going to take twenty minutes until we get our hands on the result. If you feel uncomfortable, send someone to get me as soon as possible.”

Edmund looked at the doctor in the eyes and took over the cotton bud as instructed.

On the other hand, the doctor paid no heed to him and marched out of the ward once he gathered the sample he needed.

Benedict, Edmund, and the one affiliated with the family were the only ones left in the ward.

Edmund had a mouthful of apple and continued playing his game as if he couldn’t care less of those around him.

Benedict and the one affiliated with the family were speechless because of the young man’s behavior.

Twenty minutes was nothing much for an ordinary person. However, it felt as if it was an eternity for the ones in the ward, especially Benedict.

He couldn’t suppress the urge to pay the doctor another visit and headed out to figure out the progress of the test.

five minutes, he returned to the side of his so-called son and removed the cotton bud against his

you still holding on

eyes and asked in a sarcastic manner, “Are you deaf or something? Haven’t you heard the doctor’s

his sarcastic remark, Benedict’s lips twitched against his will. The thing irritating him the most was

possible? Why isn’t he reacting to the

in despair, he sat upright and asked with a scowl,

to defend himself. Thus, Edmund added, “Were you the one who sent the nurse to administer penicillin? What? Are you trying to kill me merely

direction of his so-called father without holding back while yelling, “Why don’t you go ahead and kill

luck. Immediately after he evaded the apple launched in his direction, he leaned over and explained, “What are you talking about? You’re my only son! There’s no way I’m going

do you think you’re doing? You don’t think I’m a fool,

nightstand with

down because Mr. Cooper doesn’t mean

with the family couldn’t even finish his sentence since the young man had rushed

to be seen anymore by the time

God! Why has things turned out as

he wasn’t even

Benedict started stomping and yelling the moment he figured out his son had fled from the hospital, “I’m

the one yelling would be