That was her most valued face and body, yet it had suffered severe damage.
Because of this, she couldn't help but direct her anger toward others.
"Everyone, why didn't you save me before, just watching as I fell from midair? If you had caught me in time, I wouldn't have all these wounds, would I?"
Her words were filled with resentment, and she cast a questioning glance around her.
She doubted these men's intentions less than she doubted the women's.
Normally, everyone barely tolerated each other; these women had always looked down on her, perhaps they had intentionally caused the men not to save her.
The other two women might have cried foul upon hearing this, but it wouldn't be entirely unjustified.
After all, they would definitely not have saved her if they had seen her, they just hadn't anticipated it beforehand.
In order to avoid internal strife before they could gather the spiritual medicine, Richard Mitchell had to step forward.
