Kendall knew how devastated Phoebe was at the moment, but the injuries on her body had to be treated as soon as possible and documented as evidence.
She softened her tone, her eyes gentle and patient. "Phoebe, let me see."
This gentleness broke Phoebe's defenses. Slowly, she loosened her grip on the blanket, allowing Kendall to lift it and reveal the shocking scars on her body.
Kendall's dark eyes flared with anger, her fists clenching involuntarily. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to regain composure, her expression gentle once more.
"We need to take some photos of the wounds as evidence, okay?"
Phoebe shrank back, shaking her head frantically, tears filling her eyes.
"Kendall, I don't want to sue," Phoebe choked out, her voice hoarse with despair.
She had no money, no power, no reputation. To sue Jovan would be like "an ant trying to topple a tree." How could she possibly win?
