After their departure, Casiano looked at the petrified Martin, whose face had turned pale, "Get a doctor for Dr. Weston." Martin promptly nodded, "Yes, I will fetch a doctor right away..."
Martin quickly left, and the immobilized Eileen Weston on the ground strained her eyes to look at Casiano. Seeing his bandaged right hand bleeding profusely from holding the gun, her expression shifted slightly. "Mr. Davies, let me treat your wound first." She attempted to struggle up, but he stopped her with a cold voice, "No need."
Casiano tossed those words aside, turned, and sat down on the sofa, his indifferent gaze fixed on the dying glow of the sunset. Eileen saw the dullness in his eyes, as if they had lost their vitality and could never brighten again. Seeing Mr. Davies in such a state, a deep sense of guilt surged in her heart...
