Flossie Wright suddenly felt a surge of panic.
She began to realize that Glenn Hutchinson was trying to emerge in another identity, and he had successfully transitioned her from firm resistance to what had become normalcy.
What next?
At that thought, her brow furrowed tightly.
Feeling the gaze that rested upon her, Flossie's expression instantly cooled, and she spoke with an icy tone, "Apply the medicine."
Thus, Glenn Hutchinson's gaze retracted.
"Bear with it a little."
Looking down at her hand, Glenn Hutchinson took out the disinfectant and cautioned in a low voice.
He was aware that when cleaning the wound, he casually counted and noticed no fewer than ten cuts.
Five fingers, each bleeding profusely, all bearing the scrapes of stones, with wounds deep or shallow, long or short. The most severe was the middle finger of her left hand, half the fingernail split in the middle, the blood staining the entire nail a shocking red.
The fingers are connected to the heart.
