Chapter 643
Ellinor nodded, âYeahâ
Byran stared at her, his feelings a mixed bag despite getting the agreement he needed
Ellinor, not wanting to talk about Theo anymore, casually changed the subject. âOh, by the way, I
bumped into Balfour in K city today
Byran's pupils constricted immediately, and his water glass slipped from his hand.
Luckily. Ellinor was quick on the draw and caught the glass, saving the hospital sheets from getting
drenched.
Byran swallowed hard, cautiously asking. âDid you tell him I'm in K city?â
âNot yet.â
Ellinor put the glass on the side table, âI was about to ask if you wanted me to give your bro a heads
up. He can pick you up from the hospital and take you home for some
TLC
Byran heaved a sigh of relief upon realizing Ellinor hadn't spilled the beans about his K city
escapade, then shook his head, indicating his stand, âNo way! Donât you dare tell my brother I'll
head home first thing in the morning!â
Before Ellinor could respond, the door to the hospital room swung open
Balfour strode in, exuding an air of elegance, âDid you really think I wouldn't find out about your
sneaky K city trip even if she didn't tell me?â
Byran froze as he noticed the newcomer, and a chill ran down his spine.
He stammered, âBro how did you..."
Before Balfour could answer, Byran shot Ellinor a reproachful look.
Ellinor, equally surprised by Balfour's appearance, shrugged and threw up her hands, âI swear I
didn't tell him!"
Balfour glanced at Ellinor, then slowly approached Byran's bed, âWith your survival skills, you
thought you could bail on school? It hasn't even been a day and you're already in the hospital?â
Byran defended himself, âBro. I didn't bail. I just wanted to have some fun in K city for a day. I'll head
home on my own tomorrow.â
Balfour sneered, âHow did you end up battered and bruised if you just wanted to have fun?â
Feeling wronged, Byran explained, âIt was an accident. I was trying to save a woman, and in my
haste, I bumped my head. She was ill, so
Balfour, running out of patience, cut him off, "How can someone who can't take care of himself have
the bandwidth to worry about others? If you want to help others, first you need to be capable! Are
you trying to play the good Samaritan? You're biting off more than you can chew!â
Byran hung his head in dejection, not daring to utter another word.
He thought doing a good deed might earn him some points from Balfour, or maybe even a bit of
praise.
But all he got was a scolding.
The tears he'd been holding back trickled down his cheeks.
He hung his head low, he didn't want anyone to see him crying. It was too embarrassing, but he
couldn't help himself.
Ellinor, sitting by the side, saw Byran's tears wetting the sheets, causing her to squint and furrow her
brows.
She pondered for a moment before speaking up, âExcuse me, Mr. Howard, may I say something?â