Nathan angrily picked up the bag of woolen yarns, "Which color is made for him?"
"This one?" He picked up a gray ball of yarn. "Such a gray color does suit him."
In the next second, he split the wool ball into two halves by a large shear.
The two needles used to knit scarves were also broken...
"He had better never wake up. If he is awake," Nathan's eyes are burning with fire, "I will let him taste the so-called living death."
Crystal shouted, "Nathan!"
At this moment, there was a rapid knock on the door.
The nurse announced outside, "Mr. Bush is awake. Mrs. Bush, you can go to see him."
Such a word burst into the two people's ears like thunder.
First of all, it was Nathan who looked as dangerous as a beast - he knew that Eric could not die.
Crystal was very happy. Although she knew that Eric would not die so easily, she still felt quite relieved when she heard that he had woken up.