By the time Xyla Quest and Stanley Batton made it to the hospital, Jeremy was sitting outside the emergency room with wounds all over his body.
His hair was all messed up. Meanwhile, his face and his body were covered in blood. His left arm was also covered in a large white bandage.
When Xyla and Stanley saw Jeremy, they quickly walked up to him.
Since they had rushed to the hospital, and both were wearing thin-soled cotton slippers, their feet were freezing against the hospital’s marble ground.
However, Xyla could not be bothered by that. Instead, she sat next to Jeremy and looked at him worriedly.
“Dad, what happened to your arm? Is it broken? What about the rest of your body? Why is there so much blood all over you? Did you get hurt anywhere else?” Xyla asked.
“The blood all over me doesn’t belong to me. It belongs to your aunt. When the assassin charged at me, your aunt selflessly stood in front of me. The knife went straight through your aunt’s chest,” Jeremy said as tears began s
