Emma’s POV
Hector winced in pain and touched the wound with his fingers. His palms were immediately wet with blood.
"Damn it!" Looking at the blood dripping from his palm, Hector's face twisted in discomfort. He covered his stomach with his hands and his tall figure staggered a little.
I noticed his unusual behavior and realized he might have a stomachache and felt like throwing up. After hesitating for a moment, I stepped forward to support him. "Hector, are you okay? What happened?"
"No..." The man's perfectly carved face turned pale. At this moment, he lacked his previous energy and showed a painful and weak look. "I can't protect you anymore. Run!"
"Seriously?" I was confused and complained quietly. He was just hit on the head by a wine bottle. How could he be so delicate? He was
