Mary Scott and Alfred Scott returned to the apartment complex at ten o'clock.
While Lica Garden couldn't compare to the picturesque scenery and comprehensive facilities of Rose Valley, it was still clean and tidy enough, and both Mary and Alfred were comfortable living there.
The two barely rested through the night. Alfred bought some breakfast from a shop downstairs and handed it to Mary. "Sis, eat something, please."
Mary shook her head, but Alfred stubbornly kept holding out the breakfast to her.
Unable to refuse, Mary reluctantly took it, though she still had no appetite. She barely managed a few bites before setting it down and pulling out the hydrogen peroxide from the medical kit. "Sit down. I'll treat your injuries."
Alfred shook his head. "Sis, I'm fine. That bastard got it much worse. Don't worry about me. You should go get some sleep."
Mary, hearing this, thought about the injuries on David Locke's face. Her eyes darkened, and she fell silent.
