Capítulo 210: Gruesome Night

Damien stood in the middle of the living room of William's penthouse. His mind was still so clouded, he didn't bother to look around the place and just let his body slump on the sofa.

William placed two glasses with a shot of scotch on the coffee table and saw Damien staring on the floor deep in his thoughts. He tried to guess what his problem was but they hadn't been on good terms for a decade now so he couldn't think of anything.

A medicine kit was placed next to Damien and he turned to look at the arrogant prick in front of him.

"What? You don't seriously think I will clean you up? You can do it yourself." William picked up a glass of scotch and sat in the armchair opposite Damien who raised a brow, not understanding what was happening.

William pointed at Damien's hand and the latter lowered his eyes only to see that he had cut his hand without even realizing. Blood trickled down his skin but he couldn't feel anything. He was numb.