"Ah --" Despite their once intimate relationship, now he couldn't even call out her real name. "He'll be fine, don't worry," William said.
Jennifer remained silent, only sobbing softly.
She rarely cried.
But if she did cry, it meant that she couldn't hold it in any longer.
The sight of Davis's injuries genuinely saddened her, and she couldn't bear to see him in pain.
William was crouched on the ground, his right arm dripping with fresh red blood, drop by drop, quickly forming a puddle on the ground.
He had sustained those injuries while trying to save Isabella.
His right hand was already injured five years ago, and then it was hit by glass. Even the slightest movement was unbearable due to the excruciating pain.
The door of the operating room suddenly pushed open, and a doctor walked out and informed anxiously, "The patient lost too much blood, and the blood bank is running out."