Trapped in devil’s deal.

Meanwhile, at East City Hospital,

Ryan walked down the hospital corridors in hurried steps. His brows were furrowed deeply in concern, and a trace of fear was evident in his expression.

"How is she doing?" he asked the nurse, entering Delyth's ward straight.

The nurse's expression was serene. Glancing briefly at Delyth, she reported carefully, "It was lucky that we found it in time and called the doctors for her. It hadn't gotten serious. Her wounds have been bandaged well. She is under the effect of the medication, but will wake up once it wears off."

Ryan's expression turned serious. His jaws flexed slightly as he asked, restraining the anger he felt inside. His eyes fell on Delyth's bandaged wrist as he asked, "Why did this happen?"