"Is he related to you by blood?"
"No."
"Then he's not your real cousin, don't call him that anymore, just use his name!"
Isabella Weaver had a headache.
If she called Alexander Parker by his name, he'd probably go berserk.
Speaking of Alexander Parker, she suddenly remembered: "I don't know if his eyes can recover. Can you find someone to ask about it for me?"
Harry Hunter frowned: "It's better if he stays blind!"
"He can't be blind. You injured him, and it was because of the fever that he went blind. You bear a lot of responsibility."
"How is it my fault? He refused to take medicine and shots, insisting on burning himself up; even a deity couldn't save him."
"If you won't ask for me, then I'll go find him myself?"
"No way! I'll ask!"
Harry Hunter gritted his teeth, clutching Isabella Weaver's left hand tightly in his palm: "Don't bring him up again!"
"You were the one who mentioned him first..."
"I can mention him, but you can't!"
