Wolves, Maces, And Blood novel Chapter 93

Inside the safe room it was dark and visibility was poor. When Sean walked in the door, he immediately released his dark energy and sensed everything in the room. Suddenly, a familiar voice came from Sean’s front left, “Dad, help me…”

“I feel so bad, Mom. Where’s Dad?”

“Did dad give us up?”

“Mom, will you get Daddy back? I will be very good, very good, I promise not to upset dad…”

The voice was small, faint, and indistinct.

It was clearly a delirium of dreams.

Sean’s dark energy was released, and his perception was amazing! When his ears moved, the faint voice seemed magnified a thousand times. Word by word, they beat hard against his eardrums.

“Phyllis!”

For a moment, Sean’s face changed dramatically and his heart trembled with joy and sadness. He followed the sound and looked ahead to his left, catching Phyllis on the couch in the faint light reflected from the porch.

Whoosh!

Without hesitation, he darted to the couch, bent down, and scooped her up, “I’m sorry, Phyllis! It’s dad's fault! Dad is late!”

Luckily!

Phyllis was still there! She wasn’t transferred to another location by Luis Sanchez!

But Sean knew something was wrong the moment he held Phyllis in his arms.

Phyllis had a fever!

Her tiny body was so hot that Sean could feel the heat through his clothes.

His pupils shrank and his heart thumped. Sean freed a hand and touched Phyllis’s forehead. His face turned horribly pale.

Very hot!

Amazingly hot!

According to Sean, Phyllis’s temperature was definitely over 39 degrees Celsius!

This body temperature, if present in ordinary people for a long time, even adults could not tolerate. Not to mention a four-year-old like Phyllis.

If it was not done properly, it might affect the brain and normal development!

Even…

Sean didn’t dare to think of anything worse!

He had no time to think about it!

“Bastard!”

“Damn it!”

Sean suppressed his anger, put Phyllis back on the couch, and held her hand. A dark energy slipped through Phyllis’s body.

Dark energy was a double-edged sword that could kill as well as save lives.

Although Sean was not a professional military doctor, he knew a lot of lifesaving medical techniques because of years of fighting on the battlefield. He could cure all but the most specialized incurable diseases!

“No, it’s…”

As the dark energy poured into her body, Sean felt her condition through the dark energy, and his face became worse and worse.

His face was as pale as death!

Sean was surprised to discover that Phyllis’s elevated body temperature was not a fever, a disease, or poisoning. It was her blood.

From head to toe, Phyllis’s blood seemed to be boiling and roaring!

This situation was very strange!

Sean immediately thought of a possibility, but he wasn’t sure.

In panic, he increased the instillation of dark energy, trying to resist the roar of blood with dark energy, to forcibly cool the blood.

“Dad…”

Fine beads of sweat formed on Phyllis’s face, neck, and body. Her another hand unconsciously grasped the corner of Sean’s coat. Her eyes were still closed, but crystal-clear tears flowed from her eyes, mixed with cold sweat, and wet her young cheeks. Her little mouth was open and she was delirious, “Dad, is that you?”

“You finally came to my rescue, right?”

“You're a super hero and you’re not gonna give up mom and me, are you?”

Her weak voice was like a delicate little hand, plucking the strained strings of Sean’s heart. The simple words reached Sean’s ears, and they touched him indescribably.

Before he knew it, he was in tears…

Earlier in the Peace Cemetery, in front of Nicola’s gravestone, Sean held back his tears even when he saw his mother’s picture.

He tried not to cry!

But right now, right here, with his daughter, with Phyllis calling, Sean couldn’t hold back his tears again, hot tears streaming down his resolute face.

Phyllis was so good!

She was so good that it hurt!

When they first met yesterday morning, Phyllis was being bullied by a group of young boys led by Lucas Moore. She cried her face off, but she was bravely defending her father, insisting he was a super hero.

It sounded like a joke…

In front of Cecilia, Matthew, and Marcia, she showed her bright and lively side. She almost used her imaginary “super hero” dad as a slogan.

She went on and on and on.

It seemed that if she said enough, she would believe it herself.

It seemed that if she did not say it often, say it every day, say it steadily, she was afraid that she would forget it. She was afraid that she, too, might doubt her mother’s words.

But dreams wouldn’t fool you!

Now Phyllis was in danger, feverish and unconscious, calling for daddy more often than she called for mom. She was afraid that her father would desert her, leave her…

Her longing for her father was evident.

How could Sean stand this?

Every time She said “dad”, Sean felt more guilty and cried even more. Tears gathered on Sean’s chin, dripped onto Sean’s blood-stained chest, and melted with the still-dry blood.

The tears were Sean’s responsibility and guilt.

The blood was Sean’s anger and hatred.

It all started with that plot five years ago. Cecilia was innocent of the conspiracy, Phyllis even more so.

How guilty Sean felt for them, and how much he hated the three families and the Mason family of the Capital City!

Hot tears must be washed with dripping blood!

Half an hour!

It took Sean half an hour to inject Phyllis with a massive dose of dark energy to calm her roaring blood and bring her temperature down to normal.

But Sean was very clear that this cooling was only a temporary remedy, not a permanent one. She could relapse at any moment.

“Phyllis, don’t worry. Dad’s here. Everything’s gonna be fine.”

Sean picked her up, brushed her sweaty hair, and walked out of the room. Logan Garcia was still waiting at the door of the safe room. When Sean came out, he said quickly, “Mr. Mason, do you…”