Chapter 1960


    "Injuries will heal."


    "He got hurt because of me."


    "Who doesn''t make mistakes?"


    "But..." Persephone didn''t know what else to say. It seemed like no matter what happened, Catherine


    could smile as if nothing was a big deal to her and taking care of her was the only significant thing.


    Persephone curled up on the bed, her hands hugging her knees.


    Seamus had not just gotten injured because of her—he had also killed someone because of her...


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    Seamus was the one who had fired the gun. He had killed one of them and wounded the other in the


    leg. That man, with his leg drenched in blood, had limped away as he cursed...


    Persephone couldn''t recall what that man had been cursing about.


    The police had arrived quickly but didn''t pin the man''s death on Seamus during the investigation.


    Those two men were from a local faction involved in various illegal activities, and the police wanted to


    rid themselves of them quickly as well.


    Hence, the final conclusion was that the man had died in a factional conflict.


    Despite that, in Persephone''s memory, this was the first time Seamus had killed someone. Growing up,


    she knew


    Seamus to be a gentle person, yet he ended someone''s life because of her.


    "Miss, rest well." Catherine smiled. "Just sleep peacefully, and everything will be fine."


    Persephone also smiled. It would be nice if it were, as she said.


    "How''s Seamus?" she asked.


    "He''s recovering," Catherine replied.


    Persephone thought for a moment and walked to the table for a pen and paper, jotting down some


    herbal names.


    "These are all herbs avable at the market. Buy these with the dosages I''ve written, then simmer them


    into a soup for Seamus to drink."


    Catherine''s mouth twitched when she saw the names. "Miss... you know how to make tonics?"


    "Mm."


    "These are all for treating bruises and injuries, right?"


    Persephone was taken aback. "You know about these too?"


    "I don''t, but Mr. Rutherford got hurt this badly, so the herbal soup you give him must be for treating his


    injuries."


    Catherine folded the prescription and put it in her pocket. "I wonder if these kinds of medicines... can


    treat the heart."