LACHLAN'S POV
After getting off the call with Lucille, I went back into the nursing home and scanned around, trying to get the number of casualties.
Luckily, the three elders who were shot were still conscious. I summoned the nurse at the corner. “Attend to them, try to stop their bleeding before help comes.”
The nurse nodded and without uttering any word hurried toward the men. I turned around and was about to leave but just before I could, a timid, round, short man came forward. His head was bald, and his face appeared wrinkled.
Next, he knelt on the floor, connecting his head with the ground. “It's all my fault that this had to happen, if only I had spoken up, this wouldn't have happened.”
I kissed my teeth. I had no time for this. Lucille needed my help, and this weird-lookin
