"Mister Luther, if there's nothing else, I'll go back first." With that, she turned around and was leaving.
"Hold on." Luther suddenly reached out and yanked her back. Her distant tone, disdainful look, and the irony of calling her "Mister" made him feel depressed.
He had pulled too hard. Joyce's back was already suffering from her wound, and now she felt the wound was cracked open again, and a heartbreaking pain came through her body.
"Ah." She couldn't help but grit her teeth in pain and bend down, clutching the table with one hand as beads of cold sweat emerged from her forehead.
She didn’t look too well, and his harsh gaze swept over her back. To his surprise, there were bloodstains on her back. He was shocked and quickly took off her jacket.
It had been too late to stop him, so she just let him take it off, revealing the short-sleeved undershirt inside.
And her bloodstained back was completely in front of his eyes.
He drew a cold breath.
He had noticed that her face was a little pale, and originally he thought she had not rested well in the past two days. To his surprise, she was wounded.
The short was cut open, revealing a long bloody wound. From the blood clots, there was more and more blood oozing out and flowing down. It looked just horrible.
"Why are you injured? It looks like a whip?" He was instantly furious, "How could the guards torture you? Who did this?"
Joyce's lips turned white with the pain and she pushed him away with all her might, struggling to put her jacket back on to block the wound, "Don't you care."
She gritted her teeth against the pain and trudged to the door.
Just about to open the door.
Luther suddenly pressed the door firmly shut, and his broad arms enveloped her whole body in his arms, "Don't go. I'm here to take you away tonight, and Aaron is outside taking care of the procedures to bail you out. I think it's almost done."
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