Seeing her swollen and bruised face, Jeffrey felt something twist painfully in his chest, suffocating him.
The image of her earlier, tied up, her face red and swollen, lying there helplessly, flashed again in his mind.
The sight had ignited a rage so deep it made his blood boil. The person he cherished most had been treated like this by someone else.
Rachel bit her lip but stayed silent. She'd long learned that crying or shouting did nothing to ease the pain.
Endurance was the only thing she could rely on.
Jeffrey didn't speak either. Without a word, he opened the ointment and began to apply it carefully to her wounds.
Besides her face, she had been kicked several times across her body.
"I can do it myself," she murmured, her voice low.
"You can't reach your back," he replied firmly.
"But.."
"If you're embarrassed, I can close my eyes while I apply it. The doctor's report mentioned where your injuries are," Jeffrey said, his tone calm yet leaving no room for argument.
