Chapter 1921

Outwardly, Phoebe kept her composure, agreeing to make the copies as Jack had asked before leaving the office with the papers. But in truth, she never went near the copy room. The moment she heard him slip into the restroom with what looked like medicine, she followed quietly. The closer she got, the stronger the metallic scent of blood became. And then, when she pushed the door open, the sight of Jack's wounds made her breath catch. She had suspected he was hurt, but she never imagined it would be this bad. His injuries were brutal, the kind that would have killed an ordinary man outright. "H-How could this happen?" Her voice trembled, eyes brimming with tears. Phoebe couldn't comprehend what kind of ordeal he had endured to be left in this condition. Jack tried to reassure her. "It's nothing. It's just a minor injury." She shook her head, pulling out her phone in a rush. "What are you doing?" he asked sharply. "Calling an ambulance. With injuries like this—" "No," Jack cut