When Alexander stepped out, he found Tiffany, still in that same position she was in when he entered.
He couldn't help but frown.
"That man is strong, so you don't need to worry too much. Why don't you go and wash your hands at the very least? I will have someone bring some clothes for you," he suggested.
Tiffany slowly looked up at him, "Is he okay now?"
"He is out of danger, just a few more stitches and he will be out. So, go and get cleaned up," Alexander nudged her further.
She slowly nodded her head, "Okay. I will go and wash up."
Alexander watched her walk to the bathroom and ended up sighing while shaking his head.
'She was shaken not by killing someone but by actually seeing him bleeding. That guy truly found someone precious,' he thought.
He raised his hand and a man from the side walked towards him.
