Bruce's low voice slowly spread throughout the room, mixing with the fragrance of the essential oil in the room. It penetrated through the gaps and corners of the room and also entered the ears of the two people beside the bed.
Hilla seemed to have regained her strength in an instant. When she raised her head to look at Bruce on the bed, her eyes instantly reddened.
"You're awake!"
Hilla said in a hoarse and injured voice. If she weren't forcing herself to hold it in, tears would have already gushed out of her red eyes.
Rudi was stunned. He couldn't move at all as he knelt on the ground. After a long while, he called out in a daze, "Bruce!"
Hilla didn't know if she used the last of her strength to move away from Rudi.
The person on the bed calmly lifted the quilt, and under the disbelieving and shocked eyes of the two people, he also got off the bed and took a fruit knife on the table.
"You want to insult my wife. How can I repay you?"
