Chapter 18: The secret inside the box

Dylan's POV

Every time I finish eating, I feel tired, and Bernie understands this more than I do. So, when John arrived, Bernie patted the back of my hand: "You go up there and wait a moment, I will tell John your condition first and then let him come up!"

I didn't object, and quickly nodded in agreement, just before entering the room, I turned to look at Bernie a little. He smiled, waved his hand, and whispered: "Don't worry, I'll come to find you soon."

Actually, I'm not worried either. I'm just afraid he'll overdo it, then tell John. In the end, the one who gets teased will be me, and John even joked with us once that Bernie always treated me like a fragile porcelain doll. I have no choice but to silently agree with John's words.

I closed the door of the room, intending to rest for a while, but my eyes suddenly caught the box on the nightstand, and my heart skipped a beat. I don't know why that box is here, and Bernie didn't tell me why, either. Maybe when I ran back here, I found