"Injuries will heal."

"He got hurt because of me."

"Who doesn't make mistakes?"

"But..." Persephone didn't know what else to say. It seemed like no matter what happened, Catherine could smile as if nothing was a big deal to her and taking care of her was the only significant thing.

Persephone curled up on the bed, her hands hugging her knees.

Seamus had not just gotten injured because of her—he had also killed someone because of her...

Seamus was the one who had fired the gun. He had killed one of them and wounded the other in the leg. That man, with his leg drenched in blood, had limped away as he cursed...

that man had been cursing

men were from a local faction involved in various illegal activities, and the police wanted to rid themselves of them quickly

the man

was the first time Seamus

a gentle person, yet he ended someone's life because of

rest well." Catherine smiled. "Just sleep

nice if it were, as she

"How's Seamus?" she asked.

"He's recovering," Catherine replied.

thought for a moment and walked to the table for a pen and paper, jotting down some herbal

with the dosages I've written, then simmer them

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