章 1578: Chapter 1578: Your Wife is Not Dead_1

Chapter 1578

Tristan Collins hadn't slept all night, his eyes were red-tinged from exhaustion, as he kept vigil over Milton White who lay next to him.

He stiffened as Milton White slowly opened his eyes.

"Awake!" His voice was deep and resonant.

Milton White blinked slowly, staring at the ceiling in confusion, only to then show an air of disdain and arrogance.

He tried to sit up, instinctively wanting to rub his temples to ease the tension, only to realize his hands were bound in handcuffs.

"Damn it, this fool!" A shadow of irritation flickered in his eyes.

While Tristan was wondering who this man was, the little girl tugging at his clothes said, "Uncle, he's not Milty, he's someone else."

Tristan saw it too.

"You may go order breakfast to be brought to the doorway," he instructed the little girl.

She paused for a moment and then left.

She wanted Milty to eat and regain strength.

Only the two of them were left in the room.