My Dearest Delusion
"You can leave me, Jack. I can handle things myself."
"Sit still," Jack ordered, before turning toward the microphone with a cold, steely tone. "I already told you that we're just friends. If you spout that nonsense again, I'll make sure your racecar team disbands tomorrow!
"Just find her a doctor and leave the villa. I'll go see her in a few days."
After that, he hung up.
Hyde curved his lips in a lazy, mocking smile.
Friends, huh?
What an ambiguous, yet proper word.