Her scent

THE NEXT DAY

Vincent didn't take his eyes off Dr Arturo for one minute as he worked tirelessly through the night to save Isadora's life.

The pristine white sheets of his bed had become soaked, crimson red because Isadora laid on it. Due to the slit lucky to be just below her neck, Isadora has lost a lot of blood during the past hours and is hooked to a blood bag iv.

Arturo wiped the sweat off his forehead, his back ached as he stood upright for the first time in hours.

"I've managed to stop the bleeding. I'll stitch it up to seal up the wound." He told Vincent whilst looking at Isadora.

So this is the famous heir of the Green hounds, Vincent's most recent possession.

He knew he would meet her sooner or later but not in this way. It's a miracle she is still in the land of the living due to how much blood she had lost before he arrived.

"Make sure it doesn't leave a scar." Vincent replied grumpily.

Arturo faced Vincent.

And there is this psycho of a person, who tried stopping a dagger