At this point, there's nothing that Lilia, Andrew nor Claire could do but fall into silence.

  Mike seemed firm. He expressed his thoughts straightforwardly. For Leila's sake, he humbly bowed his head to everyone.

  ??

  He was very conscious, even rational, as if he had only one belief that is protecting Leila.

  Lilia stood there sighing silently, the silent tension spread throughout the entire room.

  Who knows how long it has been, Andrew started pinching his forehead.

  He stepped forward to hold Claire's hand. When he was about to go outside, he looked at Mike. "You are my brother. I didn't expect anything from you, but this time, you really let me down."

  Mike didn't turn his gaze towards him, he pursed his lips. "Sorry brother, when she gets better, I'll take her away."

  "Where are you going?" Andrew stood still and sneered. Then he asked, "You have no money now. Father has cut off all your money sources. Where else do you want to go?"

  "Wherever I go, I'll take her with me."

  Mike is pretty much determined to get married.

  But as Andrew was consumed by the flames of anger, he didn't hear him.

  Even Claire shook her head in disappointment. She sighed and left the room with her left hand holding Lilia's.

  Outside the window, the sky looked dark.

  The ceiling lights shone, illuminating their lonely world.

  Mike got up from the sofa and walked to the window one step at a time.

  He looked up at the starry night sky, and his long slanted eyes looked like never before.

  Maybe he's right, maybe he's wrong.

  No matter what, only time will tell!

  ….

  That night, the sky above seemed to be shrouded in clouds.

  During dinner, except for Leila, who is still sleeping, and Mike, who is alone in the previous room, the others are seen sitting together at the dining table. They already have their own share of food.

  Liila has no appetite. After a few mouthfuls of rice and vegetables, she put down her fork and went into the living room.

  She sat on the sofa with a lot of thought, constantly remembering Mike's words.

  Everything seemed so wrong.

  "Why are you eating too little?"

  At this moment, her man's voice came, gently waking her up from her reverie. When Lilia turned her eyes, she saw that her cup of milk was still warm.

  She took it, held it in the palm of her hand, then gently rubbed the edge. "I can't eat it, I'm not that hungry."

  "Still thinking about them?" The man took advantage of the situation to sit beside her. His fingers then moved, smoothing out the wrinkles.

  Lilia nodded but didn't speak.

  She glanced at the dining table, then leaned over and whispered, "Do you think her wound could lead to infection or tetanus?"

  At the end of her words, she saw the man chuckle. "What do you think? Tetanus is not caused by that sort of wound but there is a possibility of infection because of the messy stitches."

  "Ah? Is that so?" Lilia's eyebrows were filled with coagulation.

  She was not a professional medical staff, she didn't know enough about this.

  Her man saw that she was full of doubt and leaned a little. "Why are you asking about it?"

  Lilia secretly looked at the dining table for a moment, then rubbed her head on the man's arm. "Just now in the guest room, I found the window was open. Then, I asked Claire. She said that when she and her husband entered, they didn't open the window. And Mike was the first to enter……"

  Tetanus is an anaerobic bacterial infection. She also checked some information about it on the internet and found that it looks like Leila has no symptoms of tetanus.

  "Oh, I see."

  The man's eyes are a little deep. If it weren't for his friendship with Vincent, he might say Leila's wound would lead into tetanus. But since his wife asked, he must have noticed the little details he didn't know.

  Lilia then continued to say cautiously, "I found that the window was open and it faced right at Leila's stomach."

  The man narrowed his eyes. "Maybe the maid opened it."

  Liila shook her head disapprovingly." I thought so at first. But Claire said that the maids had not cleaned the room. And Mike immediately took her to the guest room together with her and Andrew. Maybe… I'm thinking too much. "

  While thinking, she took a sip of the milk in her hands, but her eyelashes continued to tremble.

  Did she suspect Leila too much?

  But, what did the open window represent? And who opened it?……

  That night, at exactly eight o'clock, Leila woke up, her eyes blurred and her head heavy. The guest room was dark and her view was bad.

  She raised her hand to smack her forehead, and her stomach still ached.

  Somehow, the temperature in the room was so low that she felt cold.

  Leila then covered her stomach and adjusted her clothes. She moved slowly to the floor. Feeling dizzy and almost fell.

  She shook her head and walked forward step by step, muttering, "Mike ……"

  But to no answer.

  She opened the door, blinded by the bright light in the corridor.

  She closed her eyes for a few seconds, then looked around.

  Seconds later, she seemed to hear a sound coming out of the next room.

  Leila is no stranger to the layout of this villa.

  She walked while holding the wall to the living room very carefully.

  The door opened slightly. She leaned over, her eyes blinked and her ears listened.

  But the next second, the door burst open, accompanied by Mike's low roar. "Since you don't want to help me, then we don't need to talk about it anymore!"

  Leila was surprised that the door in front of her suddenly opened. She hid in panic and looked inside the room again.

  The tall figure was standing in the same place with a dark and deep line of sight.

  Leila didn't open her eyes for almost a second. She covered her stomach and leaned against Mike. Her voice was weak. "Mike, what were you talking about?"

  "There's nothing to talk about," Mike said, then looked at her. "Why are you awake?"

  "My head hurts and it's so cold…" Leila looks pale.

  Even though her cheeks were rosy, her body was very cold. Even as she said that, she shrank several times.

  Seeing this, Mike was filled with worry. So he bent over to pick her up, returned to the living room, scolding. "The doctor told you not to move, the temperature in the corridor is low, be careful or you will get cold."

  Leila is in his arms. She wanted to say that the temperature outside is more comfortable, but she was afraid. She lowered her head slightly and said, "Sorry to worry you."

  This conversation between them was like an ordinary couple.

  Jean, who was standing in the living room, looked back at them with a cold gaze. His face looking indifferent, his eyes dark. The man only pursed his lips and shook his head with a sigh.

  After a while, Liila came out to look for him. After wandering around the corridor, she was surprised to find the man coming out of the living room.

  He looked gloomy and furrowed his brows. Then Lilia came over and took his hand. "Why did you come out of the room, did you smoke again?"

  The man grabbed her waist and answered, "No, I'm just answering the phone,"