Chapter 46

There was silence after Hamlin said those words. They had understood that what Gilbert had just said was exactly the illness of Hamlin. But how could he know? Everyone was looking at Gilbert right now. Ironically, all of them took an interest in him at this time, except Scott.

But Gilbert didn’t say a word; he was looking at the menu, appearing to be deep in thought about what to eat.

Suddenly, there was a snap. It turned out that Hamlin snapped his fingers.

“Waiter, I want every dish on that menu right now. Let’s make it a banquet!”

“Mr. Huxley, he can eat whatever he wants. Would you like to talk about my illness right now?” Hamlin looked at Gilbert flatteringly and had lost his previous arrogance.

After all, only he knew his illness best and was the only one who would endure all the torture and pain that came with it. No one would know how much money and energy Hamlin had spent on his own body.

Seeing a glimmer of hope at last, he could no longer keep calm.

“It is bad to wast