Soon, they reached Vespa Villa.
Today, the house was messy and cold, not lively like it was on the wedding day. If the lights in the villa were switched off, it would look abandoned.
Then, the group went to the second floor and saw Miranda lying in bed. Her eyes were tightly closed, her face was pale, and even her lips were white. She didn't seem to be breathing, and her wrist was wrapped with gauze. She had slit her wrist.
"Dr. Remus, you're here!" Dent quickly stood up and explained the situation. "Ms. Bowen lost two-thirds of her blood. Her organs are almost collapsing, and her spirituality is heavily damaged. I used acupuncture to extend her life. If I remove the needles, I'm afraid she'll die."
Jean gasped as it sounded very bad.
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