"Your Highness, have some water." In the hospital's emergency exit stairwell, Yuri Sinclair had silently come here alone after signing the papers. He faced the wall, crying without a sound.
Sean went out, bought a bottle of water, and handed it to him.
Yuri Sinclair turned, took the water, and began to gulp it down. 'If this water in my hand could turn into alcohol, I'd really drink myself to death.'
"Sean, tell me, did I do something wrong? Am I really as that woman said—cruel, merciless, a rebellious son?"
Yuri Sinclair drank half the bottle, then poured the rest over his head.
Sean opened his mouth to stop him, but he wasn't fast enough.
"I don't know if Your Highness did something wrong, but I do know that if you give the order, I would go through fire and water without hesitation. I serve only Your Highness and no one else."
"You really are blindly loyal." Yuri Sinclair's lips curled into a slight, self-deprecating smile.
