Chapter 713

Jenson suddenly clenched his fist and turned the back of his hand toward her. "It's nothing." He slowly pushed himself up against the doorframe and said, "I'll take care of it first." He seemed eager to avoid appearing too disheveled in front of Tiffany and quickly shut the bathroom door with a loud bang. Ivy tugged at her lips. "Why does he care about appearances when he's about to die?" The sound of running water in the bathroom went on for a long time before it finally stopped. Tiffany looked up and saw Jenson coming out. His posture was still slightly hunched, and he held one hand over his stomach as he walked slowly. At this stage, every step Jenson took felt like stepping on sharp blades. He finally reached the bedside, sat down on the edge of the bed, and waited until his breathing steadied before daring to look at Tiffany. "Why are you here?" His voice was a bit hoarse. Tiffany replied, "Ivy told me." Jenson chuckled. "I knew she'd be a blabbermouth." Tiffany pressed he