The atmosphere in the Forest Villa was thick with tension. Waldo stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, hands casually stuffed into his pockets, gazing at the almost completely melted snow outside. His chiseled features remained as cold and unreadable as ever, his expression devoid of any discernible thought.
Upstairs, hours had passed since the doctor began treating Regina's wounds. Despite the fact that the injuries on her chest and back were not major, the prolonged delay in treating them had complicated matters. The wound on her back, in particular, had small remnants of rusted iron lodged deep within the flesh. If not cleaned thoroughly, it would lead to serious complications in the future.