Si Ang only let Nason off after puncturing his hand until it was a bloody mess.
By then, Nason looked utterly drained, his whole body limp and listless.
From what Si Ang had learned, Nason's family paid him no attention at all, which was why he had become such a problem child.
His parents had dumped Nason at school. Even if he went an entire semester without calling, no one in his family would suspect anything.
After dealing with Nason, Si Ang did not leave him behind. Instead, he tossed him into another car to be taken away.
"Since you don't know how to explain your expulsion to your family, you won't have to explain it at all!"
Si Ang snorted coldly, and the car carrying Nason sped away.
With that matter settled, only Si Ang and the driver remained.
Si Ang climbed into the car, frowning slightly as he said awkwardly:
"Driver, go... go-"
The driver asked respectfully, "Young master, where would you like to go?"
"To the hospital where Richie is!" Si Ang was nervous and awkward. He was worried about Richie, but also afraid Richie would not want to see him.
After all, last time, he had waited all night, and Richie had not even wanted to call him.
Si Ang kept rubbing his hands together, his heart filled with unease.
The car came to a smooth stop. After getting out, Si Ang bit his lip and frowned slightly, looking as though he carried the weight of the world.
He told the driver to head back without waiting for him.
The driver turned around, and the car disappeared from the hospital entrance.
He went alone to the door of the room where Richie's wounds had been dressed, hesitating. What excuse could he use to go in and