Ethan was just about to spill the beans to Alaric about the whole story when the sound of footsteps approached. Lydia walked in, "What are you two whispering about?"

The mere sight of Lydia's shadow was enough to scare Ethan into silence. He immediately zipped his lips, not daring to utter another word.

Desperately, he used his eyes to signal Alaric to smooth things over, or else he'd be in trouble again.

Alaric, clueless about Ethan's desperate signaling, asked in confusion, "Ethan, what's with your eyes? Are you having a spasm or something?"

Ethan: "......

Thanks a lot, buddy, your eyes are the ones having a spasm!

He gave Alaric a look of utter despair, and upon noticing Lydia making her entrance, he immediately shrank into a corner, turned his head away, and pretended he hadn't said a thing.

Oblivious to the backstory, Alaric, genuinely concerned about his friend's condition, saw Lydia come in and curiously asked, "Dr. Lydia, what happened to my buddy here? How did he get these injuries?" "Ahem, he got into a bit of a scrap," Lydia coughed lightly, answering Alaric's question.

"What, someone actually did this to him!" Alaric was instinctively shocked, blurting out this question before suddenly realizing something and tentatively asking, "It wasn't you who did this, was it?" Just before, Ethan had mentioned his injuries were somehow related to Lydia, and Alaric hadn't thought much of it, assuming Lydia was just somehow involved.

a

when Alaric realized just

that in mind, Alaric knew he had

was obviously

Alaric's blunt question, Ethan instantly shot him a

quite frankly, "Yes, I did it. Once you're better, you might want to keep your friend in check. Tell him

a piece

still puzzled, asked, "Who did

hand, laughing and turning back to Lydia, "He's a bit of a talker, better not to chat with him. Just focus

to let go of his previous insolence. Now, with Alaric running his mouth, if

aching; he

visibly annoyed, rolled her eyes at Ethan, hands in her lab coat pockets, and said

thermometer from under his arm and handing it to

"103 degrees Fahrenheit, and you're still in the mood to worry about others? You're something else." Alaric, pale-faced, replied, "Can't help it, I'm

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