Chapter 1961


    Persephone jolted, pulling herself back to the present, and gasped. She nced around the room, then


    gazed into the distance.


    This ce was far from where Morpheus lived. Essentially, it was like one was in the north of the city


    and the other in the south.


    Perhaps Seamus had chosen this ce to keep her separated from Morpheus.


    Persephone felt like there was a huge weight on her heart.


    Soon after, Catherine brought back the herbs, and the kitchen was filled with the scent of medicinal


    brew. Once the herbal soup was ready, Persephone carried a bowl and gently knocked on Seamus''


    door.


    Seamus was changing his bandage. When he saw Persephonee in, his hand jolted, causing his


    wound to reopen and stain the fresh bandages with blood.


    "Don''t move!" Persephone hastily set down the bowl. "Let me help you."


    Seamus wanted to refuse, but she firmly held his hand. Her eyes were red like she was going to cry.


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    "I''m sorry..." she stammered after a moment.


    Seamus hurriedly reassured her, "Miss, what are you saying?!"


    "It''s all because of me." Tears streamed down Persephone''s face. "If I hadn''t been stubborn and


    insisted oning to Flinge, you wouldn''t have ended up like this..."


    "It''s my fault," Seamus murmured. "I failed to arrange things properly again, letting those two take


    advantage and nearly harming you."


    "Who were those two men?"


    "Local gang members." Seamus nced at her. "Miss, I''m not ming you... We should have left long


    ago. Look, you''ve already attracted the local underworld''s attention. They might have known your


    identity and wanted to harm you, then use you to threaten your grandfather, Nichs..."


    Persephone bit her lip, unable to look at him.


    There was a barely perceptible smile on Seamus as he continued. "If it weren''t for Morpheus... wouldn''t


    you have left here with me long ago?"


    "This has nothing to do with Morpheus!" Persephone blurted, "It''s all because of me that you''ve


    suffered! It''s not about him!"


    Seamus sighed. "You''re still protecting him."


    Persephone could sense the frustration in his tone. He didn''t me her but seemed utterly


    disappointed in her.


    However, Morpheus'' life or death remained uncertain, and that was what truly distressed her...


    "Seamus, I''ll take good care of you." Persephone spoke softly. "But... please don''t mention Morpheus


    again. Give me your phone. I''ll call my parents to send someone to pick us up."


    Seamus'' expression changed, his eyes shing with an inscrutable chill.


    "What''s wrong?"


    "Miss..." Seamus paused. "Let''s not tell them about what''s happening here."


    "Why?"