In a room full of a combative atmosphere.
Edward held Jeanne's arm tightly, refusing to let go.
Kingsley stood not far away, his whole body emitting cold air as he watched Edward's actions coldly.
"Fourth Master Swan," Kingsley said coldly, "I, Kingsley Thorn, never bully the weak."
Edward's expression obviously changed.
Kingsley continued, "That's why I don't fight with people who are injured."
The bandage on Edward's body was very obvious, and at this moment, he was even on an IV drip.
"But if you insist on going against me, I can do whatever it takes." Kingsley's face revealed a cruel look.
Edward sneered. "Kingsley Thorn?"
Kingsley nodded slightly. "That's me."
Edward conveniently removed the drip on his left hand.
Jeanne's eyes moved slightly when she saw his actions.
She saw Fourth Master Swan let go of her hand and remove the blanket to get out of bed.
