Skye felt a sudden coldness strike her to the core and took a step back.
What did Donncha mean by Hector being a murderer? And who had he murdered?
"Damn, Donncha, stop it," Hector whispered harshly and gritted his teeth, stealing a glance at Skye, hoping she hadn't heard what his brother had said. He didn't want to find out this way. He would tell her himself when the time came.
"It's the truth, isn't it?" Donncha answered.
"You will never come back to your right mind, will you? Hector fretted. “Let me help you get up, and lay you on the bed. I will also call the doctor just to be sure."
"Do not touch me!" Donncha shouted, pushing Hector's hands off of him.
"I'll get up myself." He turned his body to the side and rested his hand on the floor, he put strength in his hand to stand up,
