A shadow passed over Seraphina Ashworth's clear eyes. With a few silver needles already in hand, she focused her Inner Strength into her fingertips and inserted them into several of Yves Reginald's acupoints.
The crowd watched in silence, their eyes glued to Yves Reginald. A moment later, under their intense gaze, he slowly opened his eyes, a hint of confusion within them.
"He's awake! He's awake!" Cecilia Ashworth and Anya Reginald exclaimed, hugging each other in excitement.
A faint smile played on Seraphina Ashworth's lips as she reached out and removed the silver needles from Yves Reginald's body.
"Yves..." Grace Lawson walked over and sat beside him, calling his name softly as if afraid to startle him.
"Who are you people?"
Just one sentence, and the color drained from everyone's faces.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, an anxious look appeared on Yves Reginald's face. He scanned his surroundings. 'Yvonne!'
