“Let’s discuss that later. I should report about the towers.” Martin only glanced at the bride before weakly pushing his glasses with his other hand, one that was shaking and reddened from the burns.
“Why are you acting so cool all of a sudden?” Milan’s eye twitched. He then extended a hand. “Let me heal you a little. We already established the fact that you need to be working properly for the convenience of the people. I can’t have you waving burned hands.”
Martin slid his gaze at the bride. “Heal me? I’ll just go to the doctor later. Besides, what can you do?”
That was the only time he noticed how the supposed shattered wrist was now a segmented doll hand. He flinched and darted his wide eyes at the bride. It was as if Milan was turning into those questionable women they found surrounding Esperanza.
Milan only sneered softly. “What can I not do?”
