The man speaking was Bartholomeus Smith, Landon Brooke's good brother, a friend with whom he had grown up since childhood.
"I won't die."
Landon Brooke responded indifferently, lowering his gaze to take a sip of tea.
Bartholomeus Smith smiled faintly, also taking a delicate sip. Indeed, the bitter taste invaded his mouth, and he immediately felt an urge to vomit that was uncomfortable, but he still swallowed it with restraint.
"Living like this really isn't easy... However, I see your complexion seems much better than before, and you're also in good spirits."
Bartholomeus Smith said.
Landon Brooke chuckled without humor, maintaining silence.
Bartholomeus Smith changed to a fresh cup of tea for himself, took a sip, and then finally sighed with relief, "This is more normal. Diaz told me you really are cruel, making him stay there for two months. With his temperament, he's bound to develop problems, isn't he?"