Chapter 751

The finger resting on the trigger twitched slightly. Blood streamed down the girl's forehead in a vivid crimson streak, yet her gaze remained icy and resolute—as if she wouldn't hesitate to take a life in the next moment. Xaviar showed no intention of backing her up. A cold sweat broke out on Abigail's back, her face shifting through shades of panic. Finally, with a resentful glare, she loosened her grip on Ivy and carefully set the child down. Step by step, she retreated cautiously. Willow let out a cold laugh, holstering her pistol before turning to check on Ivy. The little girl threw herself into her arms, tiny hands trembling as they touched the blood on Willow's face. Between sobs, she wailed, "Sister! Blood—there's so much blood! Waaah!" Willow used her sleeve to gently wipe away the blood, careful not to touch the wound—she didn’t want to risk infection. Then, smiling softly, she reassured Ivy, "See? It's nothing serious, just a scratch." Thankfully, she had taken the first-gene