Titus Zane fell ill and wasn't taken to the hospital; it was a private doctor who came to see him at home.
In his room on the fourth floor, Titus Zane leaned against the bed, his usually clear, cold eyes now swollen and lifeless as he stared ahead, while the doctor treated the injury on his forehead.
In fact, the injury on his forehead wasn't serious, but his right leg was badly hurt. The muscles in his shin were strained, and he couldn't move freely; there was no miracle cure, and all he could do was lie in bed and recuperate.
The devil's curse still echoed in his ears, "Titus Zane, now you can experience the taste of being unable to move freely..."
Uncontrollably, Titus Zane shuddered. Deep down, he feared Nathan Moore, this demon.
Nathan Moore was the same age as Titus Zane, actually half a year younger than him.
During the time Olivia Zane was hospitalized, Titus Zane held deep guilt and apologies towards Nathan Moore, so even when treated coldly, he felt he deserved it.
