Waylon quickly closed the door and locked Emmeline outside.
“Abel!”
Emmeline fell on the door. Her entire body was shaking. “What happened to you, Abel? Please tell me!”
“Go away!” In the study, Abel growled. “Don’t come close to me. Don’t let me see you. Go away no!”
“Did the symptoms appear again? Please let me look at you! I can help you!”
“Go away! I’m telling you to go away!”
“I’m here, Emma. I’ll take care of him,” Waylon said to Emmeline through the door. “You should go back to your room.”
“But I want to know Abel’s condition,” Emmeline said while knocking on the door. “Is he in a lot of pain?”
“You can imagine that he is,” Waylon said with a frown. “Abel doesn’t want you to see him. You should leave now. If you don’t, you’ll only agitate him further.”
“…”
“Stand back. I’m taking Abel to the basement.”
“But Waylon,” Emmeline sobbed, “His body will deteriorate if he keeps on taking ice baths.”
“That’s the only thing that can stop him from going insane from the pain! We have no other choice!” Waylon said.
Emmeline could only nod and say, “I’ll go away then. Please take him to the basement.”
Waylon helped Abel stand up. “Emma is gone, Abel. Follow me!”
“Okay!” Abel said hoarsely through gritted teeth.
Waylon supported Abel’s shoulders and dragged him out of the study and toward the basement.
Half an hour later, Abel finally calmed down in the pool of ice.
His body was in terrible shape. Blood seeped from the cracks of his skin and stained the ice pool red.
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