“Now we’re talking.” Vincent gave a wide smile and sat back down on the chair. “What kind of change are you talking about?”
Carl sat down on the floor since his legs didn’t stop getting wobbly. He stared at a stain mark on the floor and replied, “I had treated and stitched up her wounds when you were here with Her Majesty. But the wound got worse the next day. The muscles around her wounds were already decaying. She had a fever so high that I didn’t know how she was still alive.”
He took a sip of water to moisten his throat and continued, “And the next day, her body was really cold. No amount of medicine and treatment worked on her. You can say that she was already on the brink of death.”
“And what happened?” Zenon also came and sat back down on his seat.
