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Suburban Villa.
A steady stream of doctors came and went, and the villa was brightly lit throughout the night.
Linda lay on the bed, her breath weak, as if she might never wake up again.
Edward Benson stayed by the bedside. From the moment he held her and brought her back, her whole body was injured, and fresh blood had already soaked her clothes.
The servant, helping her change out of those bloodstained clothes, wore a shocked expression; her body was almost without a single patch of unharmed skin.
The shocking scars were heart-wrenching to see.
Edward Benson tightly gripped her hand, wishing he could bear all the pain for her.
The night is deep, deadly silent, inside the spacious bedroom, only the sound of the IV drip ticking away.
After being unconscious for two days and two nights, Linda slowly opened her eyes. Seeing this familiar yet strange environment, her memories gradually started to return.
"Linda, you're awake?"
