Chapitre 93: Unstoppable Coldness

[Donald's Perspective]

Margaret was asleep by the time I returned to the hospital room, exhausted again from all the business I had to attend to.

I lifted the blanket to take a look at her injuries. Her scar looked scary. In fact, when she pounced over, my wolf claws had already half met the attack. I had slowed down the other party's fierce attack. So Margaret had only suffered a superficial wound, but it still shocked me at that time. On impulse, I tore the attacker's throat.

Margaret's recovery was remarkable. In just two days, the inflammation in her wound had mostly subsided, and in their place, new cell tissues had begun to generate. It was estimated that in two days, she would be able to remove the gauze and wait for the wound to heal naturally.

I looked at Margaret's sleeping face and pulled the blanket back around her. I felt helpless.

I had too many things to deal with these days.