Meanwhile, in a private ward…
Benjamin sat quietly on the side of the bed, staring at the unconscious Mint. Tonight, he had just been preparing for bed when he got a call from the hospital. The moment he heard his cousin was there, he rushed over—still in a pair of cute pajamas and mismatched slippers.
His eyes were fixed on Mint, who was clearly beaten. Part of her arm was nearly black, her lips and cheek were swollen, and there were bruises on her neck, as if she had been strangled by something. He knew if he looked closer, there would be more injuries. But he couldn't bear to.
Just the bruises on her face were enough.
"Ugh…" Mint let out a groan as her eyes fluttered open. She winced, her entire body aching at once. "Damn…"
She let out a shallow breath—deep breathing felt like being stabbed in the lungs. As she tried to gather herself, she noticed a blurry figure from the corner of her eye. Turning her head slowly, her breath hitched.
