His handsome face darkened even more, and wordlessly, he took out an anti-swelling spray from the medical kit and sprayed a circle on Enna Clark's wrist. He then pulled up her other hand and sprayed it in the same manner.
As if he were angry with himself, he said, "Remember to let me spray it again tomorrow morning."
"Hmm."
He put the spray back in the medical kit. His expression softened somewhat as he said, "There's nothing I can do to change the hereditary genes of our family. If it were any other situation, I wouldn't let you make this choice. I know that such a choice is unacceptable to you, and I can't accept it either..."
Enna's mood, which had barely lightened, sank again.
Baron Lawrence clenched his fist, looking at her, "I will have Adam Sinclair find someone to research if there's a solution. If there isn't, Enna, you must listen to me!"
"..." She couldn't make such a promise.
