Seamus said, "I promise you that once we're on the boat and out of here, I'll find someone to inquire about Morpheus' whereabouts in Flinge. Rest assured. He will be fine."

Persephone wanted to cry but clenched her hand tightly, refusing to make a sound.

"Miss, think positively." Seamus looked at her. "Injuries among fighters are common, and Morpheus is accustomed to this lifestyle. Besides, he's the cash cow of this arena. How could the boss just let him die?

"Don't be afraid." His voice gradually lowered, tinged with a hint of sneering. "I assure you. He isn't as fragile as you imagine!"

-

By nightfall, Persephone was still in a daze.

She didn't have a phone, so she discreetly used Seamus' phone to call Wynn. No matter how many times she dialed, however, there was no answer.

Her heart hung in suspense again.

She unintentionally opened it. The sender's name was saved with a dash, and

shocked, her heart

didn't die? Is this

person, and why did they message

person's profile to see more details, but Seamus happened to enter the room. Her hand trembled as she turned off the phone

wrong?" Seamus noticed Persephone's pale

shook her head

everything. Let's

agreed,

happened on the way from home to the dock. The

the dock. Individuals engaged in small businesses were

sat in the waiting

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