"Tell me, what’s going on? What's wrong with Hailee?" Blake asked.
Rory sneered. "You live under the same roof with her every day, and you don't even know that she's hurting herself? King Blake, since the third day you took her away from Werewolf Royal, she started having nightmares, all kinds of nightmares. She wakes up to find small and large scars on her body. Do you know about this?"
"It's my negligence. I will go back and talk to those psychologists."
Rory looked at King Blake solemnly. "Hailee’s condition is not good right now. It's better for me to continue to treat her."
King Blake's fingers lightly tapped on the table. The disapproval was visible in his face. "This..."
"What? Don't you trust me?" Rory raised her eyebrows.