Despite her weakness, Xenia lifted her head slightly, her face still adorned with a faint, optimistic smile. She seemed determined to ease the tension in the room.
She didn't complain or seek pity. Instead, she turned to the ice-cold and visibly furious Alexander and said softly, "Mr. Shaw, aside from the pain, there's really nothing seriously wrong with me. Isn't that a good thing?"
"And it's all thanks to you," she continued. "You came to the slums in the northern part of the city and saved me yourself. I'm grateful and reassured, Mr. Shaw."
Alexander's expression darkened even further. His emotions were barely contained as he lowered his proud head and pressed his face gently against Xenia's.
Eamon, who had been silently watching, finally threw up his hands in exasperation. "I can't
