"Jerome? How do you feel?" Marietta entered the ward and looked at Jerome, who was resting against the bed with his eyes closed. She spoke carefully.
Jerome opened his eyes. His pitch-black pupils glowed with a cold light as he looked at Marietta. His thin lips curved as he spoke in a slow voice, "You should be disappointed that I didn't die?"
Marietta was stunned when she heard his words. Then, her face turned pale. "Jerome, what are you talking about? How, how could I think that way? You are my only child. If something happens to you, how can I be fine?"
Jerome sneered and ignored her.
Marietta felt that the Jerome in front of her was very strange. In the past, even though the relationship between them was very tense, he had never been so sharp.
She pursed her lips and did not know
