At this moment, he was no longer his brother's substitute, Nancy was talking to him.
Julius Shaw hurriedly undid the cufflinks on his shirt, pulling up the somewhat tight sleeves to let Basil Smith treat the wound.
Nancy frowned at the sight: "Don't wear shirts next time. If you like casual clothes, then wear casual clothes."
Julius Shaw asked anxiously yet seriously, "Can I wear whatever style I like?"
Nancy nodded, "Yes, anything is fine."
Julius Shaw's eyes were shining. He no longer needed to pretend to be his brother. He could be Julius Shaw, call himself by his own name, and wear the clothes he liked.
The cut on Julius Shaw's wrist was very deep, and Basil Smith had already started stitching it.
His body was almost immune to anesthetics, so they had to disinfect and stitch it raw like this.
But Julius Shaw seemed to not feel the pain. Because of Nancy's two sentences, there was even a kind of contented delight on his face.
This made Nancy feel increasingly sad.
