Bab 267: His Dire Condition

His movements were gentle and with all his attention he did the job. Being careful not to hurt his master. And observing carefully for any improvement but what he got was a disappointment.

Donovan was on the other hand sitting with a glass of strong wine. His face muscles were tight and his jaw clenched from pain.

Even a small touch on his body was equivalent to the pain of breaking a bone.

Yet the man was able to not make any sound and bear everything.

After Garrett was done cleaning he poured Silja's blood into a small bowl and gave it to Donovan.

"It's not working," Donovan said. Still, he took the bowl.

"There is still some left, you should finish it. It might take time to show its effect," Garrett was still positive. He wanted to believe that it will work till the last moment.

"There is still left?" Donovan's eyebrows furrowed.

"How much they made her bleed?" there was clear displeasure in Donovan's eyes.