"Master, you've sacrificed so much for the young master, why... why don't you tell them? I know I shouldn't be saying this, but I really can't watch you like this... Master, if Miss Brown knew you gave your cornea to the young master, she would surely..."
"Enough—" Dylan Wellington's face darkened, a glint of ruthlessness flashed in his empty, unfocused almond-shaped eyes.
"I've said no one is allowed to mention this again. Allen's cornea wasn't given by me, it was returned to him! It's a debt I owe him, something I should repay, Tom Nelson... do you understand?"
Dylan Wellington's voice was icy and cold, even if he couldn't see anything anymore, blinded, he was still the proud and arrogant Dylan Wellington.
The great Mr. Wellington would never allow himself to appear weak and useless in front of the woman he loves most.
Moreover, he never deserved to.
If it weren't for him, Allen wouldn't have had unstable eye development due to earlier pregnancy issues with Skye Brown.
