It was a kind of wailing that was tragically desolate.
Lake and the others outside were all startled upon hearing it.
Lake signaled with his eyes for the rest to stand guard outside and said in Spanish, "Don't let anyone in."
After that, he rushed into the sickroom.
"Miss Xiao!"
The scene before his eyes left him astonished.
The white bed sheets had been dyed red with fresh blood.
Xiao Man stood beside the bed, still holding a blood-stained fruit knife, with a mess of things scattered all over the floor.
"Miss Xiao! Put the knife down first!"
Having followed her for so many years, Lake had never seen her so terrifying.
He could handle threats from the outside, but the harm she inflicted on herself was the most difficult to deal with, especially now that Mr. Li was not here. If he came back and found Miss Xiao...
The consequences were unimaginable.
Blood was continuously flowing from Xiao Man's thigh, as if she had created a hole in her body.
