Chapter 23

Xander had no choice but to first remove her right sleeve, then carefully take off the left one. The down jacket and sweater were easy to remove, but if he took off the layer beneath, she would be exposed. Xander looked at her. "I need to tear off your sleeve."

Abigail blinked her moist eyes. "Can you?"

With one hand steadying her injured arm, Xander used his other hand to forcefully pull, tearing the sleeve at the seam. His strength was far greater than Abigail had imagined. In an instant, the wound on her fair arm came into view. The injury was about the size of a fist, the flesh mangled, with blood continuously seeping out.

Xander's face darkened at the sight, while Abigail still managed to smile, looking almost clueless about her pain. "Mr. Zane, you truly are strong."

Without hesitation, Xander tore his own white shirt, wrapping it around her wound in layer after layer. Abigail gritted her teeth in pain, her eyes swimming with unshed tears, but she did not let out a cry.

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