The temperature in the ward instantly dropped to zero. The man in the silver mask pulled out a chair and sat down. His gaze was extremely hostile and profound.
“Why? Can’t I return to Sea City?”
“You better disappear in three days,” Duke firmly said. His gaze was as sharp as a knife.
“I haven’t visited Mom. How can I leave so quickly?” The man chuckled. “Duke, I’m your elder brother. We’re twins. You don’t have to keep ridiculing me. It really upsets me.” Duke gritted his teeth. “You don’t deserve to be my brother.”
The man in the silver mask played around with his fingers, and his gaze gradually turned cold. “Duke Winters, I owe you nothing. Don’t you talk to me like that! If we must distinguish between right and wrong, you’re at fault too. If it weren’t for you, would I be in such a miserable state? You owe me. All of you owe me!”
The man became slightly irritated.
Duke stared at him with disdain. “You deserve it. Don’t blame everything on someone else.”
“Yes, I deserve this! You’re right. I deserve this! Haha!”
The man in the silver mask lost his cool as he broke the glass next to him, and the broken pieces of glass scattered all over.
He glanced at Duke ruthlessly before he slammed the door and left.
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