Blood was smeared across the floor.


    A corpulent many there, a jagged piece of ss jutting from his abdomen, his fate uncertain.


    Nearby, Ste sat dazed on the floor, her hands slick with the mingled blood of herself and Jack.


    Tears filled her eyes as she gazed at Jack’s still form.


    Her beautiful, youthful face was clouded with confusion and helplessness as she murmured over and over, “He’s dead… I killed him…”


    Sanford’s gaze briefly softened with pity before hardening once more.


    He strode over and enveloped her in his arms.


    “Don’t be afraid,” he assured her gently.


    “Everything will be alright.


    This was self-defense.


    ”


    Terror-stricken and under the influence of alcohol, Ste trembled uncontrobly, unaware of who was holding her.


    She focused on one harrowing fact alone.


    Jack was dead.


    She had killed him.


    Then, in an instant, the world around her went dark as she lost consciousness.


    Observing her faint, Sanford’s expression conveyed a mixture of emotions.


    He swiftly picked her up and hurried out, leaving his bodyguards behind to handle the mess.


    Instead of taking her to a hospital, he chose to bring her to his home and called a private doctor.


    Upon examining Ste, the doctor informed Sanford, “She fainted due to alcohol and excessive fright.


    Additionally, she has a ss-inflicted wound on her hand, which I have managed to treat to stop the bleeding.


    ”


    Sanford gave a measured order.


    “Ensure she is left with no scars.N?velDrama.Org owns this.


    ”


    “Absolutely,” the doctor replied.


    After treating her wound carefully and prescribing the necessary medication, he departed.


    Now, only Sanford and Ste were left in the room.


    Sanford’s gaze lingered on her, filled withplex emotions.


    Ste remained unconscious, her face ghostly pale.


    Even in heratose state, her expression was troubled, marked by a deep frown.


    Reflecting on the violent scene he had witnessed, a momentary wave of pity and guilt washed over Sanford.


    He wondered, should he proceed with his ns?


    Time seemed to stretch and blur.


    Ste could faintly hear voices in the distance.


    A slight twitch in her fingers signaled her returning consciousness.