Chase looked down at her from above. His hawk like eyes seemed to be seeking credit.
Hazel took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.
She didn't want to say anything now–not a single word.
Seeing she was still silent, Chase pursed his lips proudly and walked toward Hazel from the opposite side of the bed.
"Without me, your son might have been dead! Shouldn't you express your gratitude?"
Facing Hazel, Chase was extremely thick–skinned, as if everything was to be expected.
Hazel took a deep look at Chase and had mixed feelings.
She was naturally grateful to him. However, after hearing what he said, the gratitude suddenly turned into ashes.
"Say something!" Chase stretched out and wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
"What do you want?" Hazel's pupils constricted, revealing a faint sharpness.
