"Natalie!"
Connor quickly caught her, "Are you lying to me again? Don't use this to deceive me!"
He held Natalie Niles tightly, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.
Natalie had no response, only the blood at her lips continued to flow.
Connor was furious beyond words!
She had just said there was bleeding in her chest, and it turned out to be true!
She had barely recovered a bit, yet she was walking around, certainly reopening the wound.
The hateful thing was her lies, making it hard for him to tell what was true and what was false.
Connor picked her up and quickly returned to the second-floor bedroom, laid her on the bed, wiped the blood from her lips, and anxiously called Johan Niles.
"She's coughing up blood!"
"How could that be!"
Johan had just left not long ago, and upon receiving Connor's call, felt his scalp prickling: "Wasn't she fine a moment ago?"
"She moved around a bit."
"She shouldn't move! Make her lie still!"
"What should I do now?"
