Chapter 18

CHRISTIAN I gazed at the unconscious woman on the white hospital bed. Her pale, swollen face was red, and her head was wrapped in a thick bandage. The corner of her lips was bruised a dark shade of violet, likely a result of the hard beating. An involuntary ache and despair coincide within me as my eyes scan down her figure further. Her right hand was fractured and is now wrapped in a plaster. Her delicate skin has countless scratch marks, and some go deep. "When will she wake up?" I questioned the doctor beside me, my voice running cold. "It's unsure, Mr Wolfe. Her physical wounds are quite severe, and for the emotional distress— it's likely to leave her scarred for a long time." The doctor informed. "Hmm." My gaze then fell on the cradle beside her bed where lay her daughter. She bore some scars on her body as well. Her left foot was bandaged due to a slight fracture. "And her?" I murmured. "Thankfully, the child's scars are superficial, but the intensity of the violation gave her a