Responsible?
Claudia Ross almost choked on her saliva.
What crazy idea was Wyatt Perry coming up with now?
"Cough cough!" Claudia Ross cleared her throat fearlessly and said, "Mr. Perry, weren't you already impotent to begin with? Even if something was damaged, it wasn't from getting burnt."
The implication being, the trick of feigned injury wouldn't work on this young lady.
Wyatt Perry couldn't help but smile wryly, "How do you know I'm impotent?"
"The whole of Rivile City knows, Mr. Perry. There's no need to be embarrassed. If you're sick, you need treatment. If you can't get cured in Rivile City, then go to the Capital. If it doesn't work out there, head to America. I believe that there must be a skilled doctor who can cure your condition."
Claudia Ross spoke as if she were discussing a serious matter, almost as if it were true.
"I'm not sick," Wyatt Perry's thin lips twitched.
"Oh, Mr. Perry, aren't you going to change your pants?"