Chapter 427

"I was complimenting your nobility, wasn't I?" Claire shot a glance at Hanson's pale face, completely unfazed. She'd had the guts to curse him out even when she was kidnapped and drag him down with her. Now that he looked like a barely-standing lunatic? Not scary in the least. Hanson tried to sit up, blood clearly rushing with the effort. But the moment he lifted his upper body, he slumped right back down like his bones gave in, face even more drained from the pain. He didn't look like someone who was just feverish... this felt more serious. Claire's expression shifted a bit. Something definitely felt off. Especially when Hanson moved slightly and the scent of blood hit her nose. She leaned in a little, face turning serious, reaching out to check where he was sitting— But before her hand touched him, he smacked it away. "...Stay away." His voice was weak but still stubborn. Claire pulled a disgusted face, giving him a look full of mixed emotions. "Stop flattering yourself. You smell an