Blood covered her forehead and eyes completely, dripping down her cheeks and jaw.
Judging by the stains on the ground, it was clear she had lost a great deal of blood.
But what worried Abraham and Frey the most was the lifeless look in her eyes.
Abraham gently lowered his son, then carefully took his daughter by the shoulders.
"Ada… my daughter…"
With patience, Abraham wiped the blood from Ada's face, trying to bring her back to consciousness.
"It's alright now, my dear… I'm here. Your brother is here. We're here for you."
Holding his daughter's face, Abraham leaned closer.
"Look at me. Everything is alright now…"
He tried every way he could to reassure her.
Ada had no serious physical injuries—she had simply lost a lot of blood, enough to make her lose consciousness.
But her trauma was psychological far more than physical.
First, she had lost Carmen .. the older-sister figure who had been with her for so long.
