At that moment, Harry, who was waiting to wear a hospital gown, walked in, and he asked me with feigned concern, "What do you think? Ian, are you okay? Luckily, Janet saved me in time, so I'm basically fine. By the way, Janet has been so busy taking care of me these past few days that she neglected you, and I do feel a bit ashamed."
He looked smug, his eyes filled with provocation.
I couldn't help but laugh helplessly. It turned out that Janet had been taking care of Harry for the past few days while I was in a coma.
What made it even more ridiculous was that Harry's injuries were nothing compared to the wounds I had suffered, but Janet was taking care of him attentively.
I had given up on Janet completely, I had let it go, but I was never going to let her go!
I would never spare the pair of cheaters.
I stared at Harry, my face grim. "Harry, you're guilty of willful arson. Do you think you can get away with it?"
Harry's face turned pale with fear, but he quickly regained his composure as he pretended to be calm. "Ian, what do you mean? No one wants an accident like that. Just because Janet saved me and took care of me, you were jealous of me and wanted to force this charge on me, right?"