Severe intracranial hematoma, fractured 9th rib on the right side, severe uterine damage, recommend removal...
Each diagnosis cut into Xavion's heart like a razor blade, slicing over and over again.
In that moment, he suddenly realized how ridiculous his two-year-long resentment had been. Compared to Vivienne's injuries, his mere concussion and minor skin burns were nothing at all.
The man hunched over, letting out a roar of anguish like a wounded beast.
"Xavion, you're such a piece of shit..." After a long while, he finally managed to squeeze out an incomplete sentence through gritted teeth.
A few minutes later, Xavion kicked open the door to Melody's room.
Melody, who was trying on makeup at her vanity, jumped in fright. When she saw it was Xavion, she let out a sigh of relief. "Xavion, what are you doing? I'm busy..."
Clearly, she hadn't noticed Xavion's fury. Before she could react, he had grabbed her by the hair and thrown her to the ground.