For the next two days, Otto ignored Kendrick. Other than sending meals to him three times a day, he didn't say a single word to Kendrick.

They were living under the same roof, yet their relationship was so strained. Kendrick could barely take it anymore.

When Otto brought him breakfast that morning, he tried to find a topic to talk about. "Is Yvonne coming to change my dressing today?"

Otto responded, "Hmm." He placed Kendrick's breakfast by the nightstand before leaving. Kendrick immediately grabbed him by the wrist.

"My good brother, I'll apologize, alright?" Kendrick pleaded.

"I'm getting nauseous from seeing your glum face all day long. If this continues on, I'll get depressed."

Otto shrugged him off. "You're not afraid of death, so why would you be afraid of depression?"

"You can't put it like that—"

Right at this moment, the doorbell rang.

Kendrick's eyes brightened. "Is that Yvonne?"

"I'll go get the door," Otto said, leaving the bedroom.

Kendrick was thinking about