Leon's hatred covered you from head to toe, but he was also completely wrapped in your hatred. You hated each other to death, but you remained colleagues.

You failed on the mission and got seriously injured. A broken left arm and a lot of terrible bruises and injuries. Lying in a hospital bed, you stared blankly away, feeling guilty for having failed the mission when you had all the hopes.

Suddenly, the door to the ward opened and Leon appeared, holding a small package in his hands. Your gaze went up to him, and his gaze fell on you.

"Get lost."

"No," Leon replied and walked over to the table, putting down the bag. "I was forced to come to you." Kennedy lied with a frown on his face. If someone had forced him, he wouldn't have come. It was his wish.