Chapter 634

During the quiet moments, Elliot's pitch-black eyes drooped slightly, and a faint paleness tinted his handsome, sickly face. Howard untied the ropes, then used alcohol to disinfect Elliot's wounds. The stinging pain intensified as the alcohol hit the wounds. Now that Elliot was blind, the pain seemed to have magnified many times over. However, he merely furrowed his brow, offering no audible complaint. If not for the uncontrollable trembling of his fingertips, Howard might have thought the virus had numbed Elliot's pain receptors. "Does it hurt? If it hurts, it means you're still alive. As a patient, can't you be more self-conscious?" Howard lectured in a low tone while applying bandages. Elliot remained expressionless, not bothering to argue, only asking, "Where did Nana go?" "She went abroad," Howard replied. "Abroad?" Elliot sat up, leaning against the head of the bed. "Why did she go abroad? Why is she going so far so suddenly? What is she planning?" "Do you really