Chapter 17 Forget it, What's the Use of Dignity?

"You..." Felix was about to say something when he noticed the stunning blood on the grass and abruptly halted. His gorgeous features were gloomy, and his tone was unusually solemn. "Are you sick?" Nina was startled and almost choked on the water. She appeared to be cool, tightening her grip on the bottle: "No, are you expecting me to die quickly?" The man was not perfunctory about this. Instead, he responded coldly, "Explain," pointing to the blood on the ground. "I've recently become vitamin deficient. It's just a sore throat." She wasn't nervous, but her fingers curled up behind her back. Lying to Felix must have a high psychological quality. "Get in the car." The man took a deep look at her. He didn't say whether he believed it or not. Nina was afraid that he would not let her go, so she got into the car obediently. The man's expression was still embarrassed. He said nothing. He pressed the gas pedal and went left at the next intersection. The roads on both sides wer