Edward's Honesty

Jeanne washed up and walked into the cloakroom.

Her clothes filled the cloakroom.

Every time she saw those clothes, she would have indescribable emotions.

There was... no emotion.

Jeanne indifferently chose a set of comfortable home clothes.

She put on a loose white t-shirt and a pair of ultra-short soft gray shorts. The t-shirt was a little long, and the shorts were faintly discernible. Her straight legs were exposed, and there were many bruises. Nonetheless, the wounds on her legs had healed surprisingly quickly.

It was not just her legs. Even the spot that had the most serious injury on her back seemed to no longer be painful. It was so much so that it did not feel like it was hurt at all.

Jeanne was even suspecting if the medicine that Dr. Jones gave her was some special medicine. Otherwise, how could all the wounds heal to this extent in just two days?

As she thought about it, she went downstairs.