"Yeah, you're right."
Sitting on the bed, Veronica slowly hung her head and didn't ask any more questions, but her haggard face was loaded with worry. It had been more than five hours, but there was no news from Matthew so far. She could vaguely feel a hint of unease. With his capabilities, he shouldn't have taken so long to get things done.
"Hurry up and lie down. You haven't recovered yet," Destiny urged, concerned about Veronica as she helped her to lie down on the bed.
Only then did Veronica ask, "Where is Xavier? Did you arrange for a doctor?"
In the back of the mountain, she only stopped his bleeding, but did not remove the bullet from his wound. He still needed a doctor to take care of his injury.
"The family doctor is already helping him with his wounds, so you don't need to worry." Destiny sighed and said, "Now, you just need to take care of yourself. The chef is already making you some porridge, and I'll bring it over later for you to eat."
"Thank you, Destiny." Veronica looked at her and thanked her sincerely.
"It's what I should do. You don't have to be so polite with me." Destiny, with the first-aid kit in hand, smiled gently and turned around to leave the bedroom.
The moment the door closed, Veronica's smile dropped and was replaced by a thick, lingering worry. Her right eyelid had been twitching incessantly this afternoon, and she also felt an inexplicable panic and nervousness. These small physical abnormalities had been tormenting her, as if there were several ants crawling around in her body, but she wasn't able to get rid of them, and the feeling was maddening.
She lay on the bed, looking out of the window. The night sky was full of stars, and she could hear the rustling of the leaves in the wind, which stirred her heart to become more and more restless.
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