Chapter 41 you are ill, I will accompany you.

"But to tell you the truth, even if you are angry with me, you won't drink to ruin your body."

Perhaps seeing the man's mood ease a lot, Robin Smith became bold and began to criticize him directly.

"…… Lincoln Murillo, okay?

The man did not answer, but raised his eyebrows and asked in a low voice.

I don't know, didn't I say? Take him to the hospital, promise not to die, and I'll be back.

"Not to accompany?"

"Are you kidding me? You're so sick that I'm going to accompany him. Do I have no heart?"

Robin Smith replied almost without thinking, but the next second the man's face was even more gloomy.

"Mmm."

"Well what?"

Looking at him like this, Robin Smith is even more uncertain. I don't know why. It seems that from the moment I knew he was in hospital because of his injury until now, it seems that something is missing in my heart.