Capítulo 839: She's not

[INFIRMARY]

Fig sat motionless in the chair between the two beds. His gaze lingered on Deborah, wrapped in bandages due to her injuries. The same applied to Hunter. Their injuries were severe, yet not fatal.

Thanks to his years of experience, Fig could tell that whoever tortured these two knew exactly what they were doing.

A deep sigh escaped Fig as he blinked away from Hunter. He turned to the window, staring at the moonlight penetrating the glass.

"I wonder if things were chaotic over there," he mused, thinking that the silence in this place was far too profound and loud. "They make me worry."

Fig raised his brows as a faint grunt caressed his ear. Turning his head, his eyes landed on Hunter, who was grunting, his face scrunched up, obviously still in pain despite receiving treatment.

"You should rest more," Fig uttered as he watched the man open his eyes. "That's the doctor's orders."