Aren followed the instruction Solo gave him and went to the ward where Jocelyn was staying.
Under the white blanket lay Jocelyn's thin and weak body.
"No… please don't hit me again."
On the hospital bed, Jocelyn sobbed softly. Large and large tears flowed down from the corners of her eyes.
Aren, who was standing at the door, heard Jocelyn's sobbings. His expression changed, and he quickly walked to Jocelyn's bed.
Because Jocelyn's back was facing the door, Aren did not see her face. Now he stood beside Jocelyn's bed.
Looking down, he saw Jocelyn's red and swollen face.
On her exquisite and beautiful face was a blood-red palm print, and her face was covered in tears. Her nose twitched from time to time, and her hair was in a messy state.
It made Aren boiling with anger.
Who was it that dared to treat Jocelyn so awfully? Aren carefully reached out and stroked Jocelyn's red and swollen face.