I'm Your Brother, Blood is Thicker Than Water!
Cynthia furrowed her eyebrows slightly and said, "Endure it."
Jacob intended to boast, but when the disinfectant touched his back, he couldn't help but inhale sharply, "Tsk, Old man Quinn is ruthless!"
Cynthia remained silent and continued to tend to the wounds. As the disinfectant soaked into the injuries on his back, the veins on Jacob's forehead subtly protruded. He looked at Cynthia and asked, "Aren't you curious at all?"
"Don't move," Cynthia said coldly.
Jacob cooperated by adjusting his position, leaning forward on the chair back to make it easier for Cynthia to apply the medicine. Her movements were relentless, clean, and skilled, as if she had practiced these actions hundreds or thousands of times.
"Did you really just accept a little favor from Tristan?" Jacob looked at Cynthia's frowning expression as she examined his gruesome wounds.