Beta Morgan was aghast. He had never seen a Constitution as peculiar as Aurora Sinclair's.
Her wounds wouldn't heal easily, and she felt no pain.
"Go to the Warner Family—"
Alvin Morgan's captivating eyes were now simmering with an inexplicable rage, and his usually placid voice was laced with urgency.
Beta Morgan didn't dare to breathe, lowering his head to hide his expression.
'It's over! My lord is truly furious!'
'The last person who made him this angry is long dead and buried.'
He silently said a prayer for the assassin.
"I have medicine," Aurora Sinclair said suddenly.
Beta Morgan's head shot up. His eyes shone, and he looked like he was about to cry.
Aurora Sinclair glanced at her pocket again. "It's in my pocket..."
"Can it stop the bleeding?" Alvin Morgan asked.
Aurora Sinclair nodded and pulled a small glass bottle from her pocket.
Written on the bottle in blue marker were three large words: External Wound Medicine.
