Mrs. Garcia's eyes were bloodshot as she desperately clung to Declan Anderson's wrist, "Save my daughter, save my daughter now."
Declan Anderson was acutely embarrassed.
He tried to free his wrist from Mrs. Garcia's grip, "Mrs. Garcia, Miss Garcia has no heartbeat, how do you want me to save her?"
"Although I am a skilled doctor, I can only save the living."
"If a person is dead…"
Mrs. Garcia tightened her grip on Declan Anderson's wrist and viciously bit down, "Quack!"
"You quack, if my daughter dies, I will make you pay for her life."
"Ah—"
Declan Anderson screamed, quickly freeing himself from Mrs. Garcia's teeth. He looked down to find his wrist bitten through, blood streaming down, and a horrifying bite mark.
Seeing Mrs. Garcia rushing at Declan Anderson again, Jacob Garcia quickly intervened.
"Aunt, Elder Anderson didn't mean it."