Spark held up Claire's hand and kissed it softly. "Claire… Don't scare me. Wake up…"
This brutal man looked really flustered at this moment.
In three days, he got dozens of doctors to examine Claire.
But none of them could not identify the cause.
"Get me all the doctors in the East Continent!" Spark almost went crazy. He looked really gaunt after guarding Claire sleeplessly for several days.
"Perhaps, it's retribution." Bert stood in the corner of the room, his eyes behind the white silk that only had the white but no pupils. He seemed to be looking at the girl on the bed.
Spark cast a murderous gaze at him, his face gloomy under the mask. "What did you say?"
The old man, whose eyes were also covered with white silk next to Bert, said, "Please calm down. As far as we know, people with too much blood on their hands will receive retribution. Perhaps the retribution dared not happen to you, so it fell on Miss Claire."
