"They're so noisy." Xavier frowned, clearly irritated.
Scarlett pressed her lips together tightly. With all that chaos outside, there was no way Xavier's ailments could be treated in a calm environment.
She leaned in and whispered to him, "Mr. Stroud, could you… Could you go out and ask them to stop?"
Right now, they would probably only listen to him.
Xavier instantly tensed up again, his arms tightening around her. "You're not allowed to leave. I won't let you go!"
"I won't leave, I promise. I'll stay right here and wait for you," she soothed gently. "It's just too noisy out there. If you go out and tell them to stop, I'll be here the whole time. I promise."
She raised her other hand as if swearing an oath.
Xavier stared at her slender fingers for a moment, then reluctantly loosened his grip and slowly stood up. But the moment he was on his feet, his dangerous, volatile air returned.
He strode out into the ward, his injured leg still bleeding.
"Get the hell out!" His furious roar echoed through the entire room.
In that instant, the icy rage that radiated off him seemed strong enough to freeze everyone solid.
Noah opened his mouth to speak, but in the end, said nothing.
Seeing that Xavier had apparently regained his senses, he simply waved at the others, signaling them to retreat.
Once the door shut again, one of the doctors asked nervously, "That girl... is she already... did Mr. Stroud...?"
Everyone knew that once Xavier lost control, he recognized no one, not even his own family. Anyone who came close would be treated as an enemy.
Once, Percy had accidentally gone near him and was nearly strangled on the spot. They all suspected that the girl was probably already torn to pieces.
Caleb began to panic, his brows tightening, fists clenched.
Had he really put her in danger?
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