In that white mist, the clear-faced middle-aged detective did not speak. Shard tried to open his mouth, hesitated for a long time, and finally said:
"I'm sorry."
"Shard Hamilton, why are you apologizing to me?"
Many people used the name "Shard Hamilton" to refer to the outlander, but facing the detective in front of him was the only time the outlander felt somewhat ashamed upon hearing the name.
He raised his head and hesitantly said:
"You entrusted everything to me, hoping that nothing about your life would be exposed after your death. But I still, for my own benefit, used your..."
He truly felt sorry for this.
"Well, was the identity exposed?"
The transparent-bodied middle-aged detective asked, his eyes sharp, his expression serious.
Shard shook his head:
"No."
"Then, did your actions deal a blow to the Grey Glove?"
"No."
Shard shook his head again, not minding the puzzled expression on the doctor next to him.
"Then, why apologize."
