"Liam..." Tara Summer tightly grasped the man's hand, her delicate eyebrows knitting together.
Seeing this, everyone immediately stepped back to one side, and two guards did not dare disturb them, leaving the ward first.
Bryan White and the other two exchanged glances and quickly followed suit.
Only when the ward was left with just the two of them did Tara Summer struggle to sit up.
"Ouch." Because she got up too quickly and made a large movement, she pulled at the bruises on her body, letting out a soft grunt, the pain causing her eyebrows to furrow deeply.
But she was afraid that the man would feel distressed seeing her like this, so she bore the pain. She didn't realize that her already pale face was now tinged with a faint blue, looking even more frightening.
"Stay still, sweetheart!" Liam Yancey wrapped his arms around her, letting her lean against him, his large hand stroking her forehead gently, wiping away the cold sweat that had formed there.
