The breathing was faint, but thankfully, there was still breath.
Summer Sutton let out a gentle sigh of relief.
Carefully lifting his clothes, Summer Sutton checked the wound on his back.
Three bullet wounds, just the number of times Summer Sutton had felt bullets flying toward her before.
Summer Sutton's hand, resting on his wound, froze for a moment, as if she had realized something.
She stared at Manuel Ink's injured back for quite a while, feeling complicated emotions.
Coming back to her senses, she tore off a piece of fabric from her dress and temporarily treated his wound.
The two were outside now, and conditions were not as good as in the estate. Although her dress was also wet, she managed to stop the bleeding for him temporarily.
After giving Manuel Ink a simple bandage, just as she finished, the bodyguards came over.
