Like a controlled marionette, he walked over expressionlessly and bent down to hold Anna Jadwin, who was lying in a pool of blood.
After that, Mr. Bailey of the Baileys' family became dazed...
He couldn't hear any words, had no thoughts, just tightly holding the blood-stained woman in his arms.
Throughout the entire treatment process, he held Anna Jadwin as if a big child clenched onto their most precious treasure.
As night deepened, Wayne Bailey maintained his rigid posture, holding her all day, his face devoid of expression as if his soul had been drained away.
The entire world seemed like a silent backdrop to him.
Nanny Boltie had never seen the young master like this before—
"Mr. Bailey, put your mistress down, she should rest lying down..."
"Mr. Bailey, why don't you eat something? And if you feel sad, why don't you cry it out?"
"Mr. Bailey, you can't go down now. Without your command, the manor is in a chaotic mess!"
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