Chapter 11

His usual cold demeanor softened a bit as he said gently, “You’ve got a fever. You need to see a doctor.”

But the car wasn’t heading toward the hospital.

“This isn’t the way to the hospital.”

“No, Alex, we’re going home. The family doctor is already waiting for you.” Felix kept me on his lap, absentmindedly playing with my fingers.

I sat there, stiff and tense, like a puppet.

Not long ago, we were just like brothers, and he was as distant as ever.

After four years of him being like an ice sculpture, he suddenly turned so gentle and caring.

It was beyond awkward, completely crushing any trace of sweetness.

“Felix,” I said, clearing my throat. “I’ll pay you back for the money you gave my mom.”

He paused, looking up at me. “That money’s already in your father’s wife’s hands.”

At the mention of them, Felix’s gaze darkened. “Your father is going to be kicked out of the York family, but the severance agreement is already in place. From now on, you’re free to be yourself. I’ll be he