Chapter 89 News of Death

Mortimer emerged from the bathroom, using his cane to support his weight. His body was still emanating warmth from his shower, and water dripped off his hair and onto his robe. Tiffany rushed over and grabbed his arm. “Why didn’t you dry your hair?” “It’s too bothersome.” “Let me help you, then.” Tiffany took a hairdryer and gently combed her fingers through Mortimer’s hair. The man sat quietly with his eyes shut as he savored the feeling of having her beside him. After his hair was dry, Tiffany caught sight of blood seeping through the bandage wrapped around Mortimer’s leg. She put the hairdryer down hurriedly and ran downstairs to get the first aid kit from Monroe. Once she returned, she crouched beside Mortimer and began unwrapping his bandage. She couldn’t hold back a gasp when she saw his wound. She expected his wound to be nearly healed by now, but it was still as bad as before, with flesh and blood visible beneath the peeled skin. Tiffany couldn’t imagine the pain Mortimer must