Chapter 198: Help Me, and We’ll Be Even

Amber's face turned as pale as paper. The torment she endured at Southridge Psychiatric Facility was a nightmare she could never forget. Many nights, she woke up from those cruel memories, and even after being rescued, she still doubted whether the bomb planted by the man with the black-framed glasses was still inside her. More importantly, the aftermath of that experience continued to haunt her. She couldn't help but place a hand on her lower abdomen. Tina raised her eyes slightly, her cold gaze sweeping over Amber's pale face and then falling on the disheveled Silas Blackwood, whom Amber was supporting. Tina remained silent. Silas Blackwood also scrutinized Tina. Despite her ghost mask, he could tell from her slender neck and delicate hands that she was young. Ten years ago, Spectre had emerged out of nowhere, astonishing many with her life-saving medical skills. Even Wraith, who debuted three years before her, was defeated by her. Many sought her help but couldn't even see her f