Edgar stood by the bed while Lane attend to Daphne who still isn’t opening her eyes probably because of the pain from the whip but he is getting anxious just watching her lie there without opening her mouth to annoy him and get him angry.
He rubbed his temple feeling really tired as he hasn’t gotten enough sleep in the last one week and wished he hear her babyish voice complaining to him again so he can relieve his stress but she remain lifeless on the bed.
“How is she?” he asked rather calmly than what his expression reveals
“It’s her blessing that you arrived when you did or she would have lost her life” Lane answered detecting the poison on her wounds but fortunately it hasn’t gotten into her system much and will get better with the medicine he prepare for her
“So when is she wakin
