"Lan Singh, why are you here?"
William Guillen, wearing homewear, with a scruffy beard and a face full of fatigue, his eyes were bloodshot from the long time of not closing them, terrifyingly crimson.
Lan Singh pressed the corner of his mouth, quickly stepped forward, and grabbed his collar, "Edward Benson, I think your brain's been soaked with water!"
Edward Benson's body swayed as his collar was grabbed, choking his neck, his facial color flushed red, "Lan, you..."
"Don't you know why I'm here? You're really something, offering your brother's life with both hands for Isla Stanley. Should I feel ashamed for you, or pitiful for Thomas Shannon? You tell me!"
After understanding the whole story, Lan Singh could hardly believe that he went to such lengths for Isla Stanley.
Has he forgotten who accompanied him through the moments when he was in utter pain, on the verge of death?
