Chapter 1870 Ingrid's Friendship with Wynter

The voice that entered the nurse's ears was deep and pleasing to the ear. But perhaps because Dalton hadn't spoken in so long, his voice was slightly raspy. The nurse was stunned for a moment before immediately replying, "Not long, just from last night until now—" Before she could even finish answering, her professionalism kicked in. She dashed out while shouting into her phone, "Director! The patient in Room 501 is awake! Yes, the male patient! That's right!" Dalton didn't pay attention to the commotion outside as his focus was entirely on the time displayed on the clock. The sky wasn't fully bright yet, but based on the duration of Wynter's spiritual form's departure, she should have returned by now. So, why couldn't he sense even a trace of her soul energy? His hand gradually clenched tighter. He didn't hurt Wynter, but he crumpled the bedsheet. His fingers, distinct at the knuckles, were pale and tense. Even the Fankrit inscriptions coiled around him stirred eagerly, rising t