Ellen turned around and went to Kenyon's door.
The room was not locked, so she pushed it open.
"Kenyon, you..."
She could not continue the rest of the sentence.
Kenyon sat on a stool and applied ointment to his wound.
In addition to the crisscrossing whip marks on his back, there was a very long bloody wound from his back to his waist.
It was inconvenient to apply ointment on his back, so he could only apply it casually, and the wound began bleeding again.
Ellen felt so painful as if her eyes had been burned by fire.
When Kenyon saw this situation, he hurriedly grabbed a shirt to put on. Then, he wanted to stand up.
"Sit down," Ellen said, with a little sob in her voice.
She then stepped over and pressed down on his shoulder.
However, considering his wound, she did not dare to use too much strength.