Hector didnât talk to Bryce.
Instead, he went straight to Raegan and extended his hand to feel her forehead.
Raegan subconsciously dodged when she felt his touch.
However, Hector grabbed her arm.
Hector stared at her abnormal red face and said, âYou have a fever.
Iâll call the doctor to check on you.
â
Raegan struggled, but failed.
She said weakly, âNo need.
Iâm fine.
â
Seeing that Raegan refused to leave for treatment, Hector called a nurse to take her away directly.
Then, he said to Raegan, âI will let you know as soon as Mitchel wakes up.
Iâm sure youâre the first person he will look for when he wakes up.
If you keep refusing the treatment, you will only infect him with your disease.
â
Upon hearing this, Raegan had no choice but to compromise.
Hector went on to comfort her, âGo ahead and see a doctor.
Donât worry.
Iâm here.
â
As soon as Raegan disappeared from his sight, Hector strode to Bryce and slapped Bryce hard in the face.
The impact was brutal.
Bryceâs mouth was a bloody mess, and he stumbled, slamming against the wall with tremendous force.
A muffled impact resonated in the room, a painful punctuation to the moment.
Bryce, however, didnât utter a word.
He gritted his teeth and pushed himself upright.
Hector, usually the epitome of calm, now wore an unmistakable mask of anger.
His eyes glowed with fury.
âBryce, maybe I have pampered you too much.
Thatâs the only explanation for your utter disregard for other peopleâs lives!â
Bryceâs mouth twitched, but he didnât say anything.
âYour cousin is lying in the hospital.
If anything happens to him, you are going to answer for it!â
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Fear finally crept into Bryceâs eyes.
His gaze dropped, and he stammered, âIâm sorry.
I⦠didnât mean⦠I never expected something like that would happen.
Hectorâs tone turned icy.
âYou are sorry? Save it for yourself.
Iâm disappointed in you.
â
Bryceâs face paled at his harsh words.
Hector continued, âI have raised you up on my own and doted on you for years since I felt sorry for your motherâs death.
Now, it looks like I made a mistake.
Look at yourself.
Do you really deserve your motherâs sacrifices?â