"How dare you steal the key? Have you grown bolder?"
Thomas Quincy glared angrily at Clara Thornton and began to berate her unceremoniously.
Upon hearing his words, Clara felt imnsely wronged, and she gritted her teeth: "It’s not you. If it weren’t for you being enchanted by a love charm, insisting on going to that woman, Nancy Nash.
Would I have snuck in here to steal the dicine Manual? It’s dark and terrifying here, and there seem to be traps—I don’t want to co here!"
Listening to her aggrieved cries, Thomas’s anger dissipated considerably.
He took her hand and said, "Co out with ."
"No way! I must get the dicine Manual today." Clara shook off Thomas’s hand.
She had had enough recently and had to wake Thomas up, so she had to get the dicine Manual!
Thomas frowned, not understanding this woman’s stubbornness.
Did she say he was under a love charm and that’s why he liked Nancy Nash?
While Thomas was lost in thought, Clara had already walked deeper inside alone, and Thomas imdiately chased after her.
"There are traps inside."
"I don’t care. Even if it’s hell inside, I have to go in today. I’ve had enough. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t go. Get out of my way!"
Clara could have divorced gracefully, but she was a little reluctant about Thomas, so she could only feel wronged.
Seeing Clara’s stubborn appearance, Thomas felt his heart soften. Her words were echoing in his mind—could he really be under a charm?
Click, a trap was triggered.
Clara was too scared to move, but Thomas knew she had triggered sothing, so he imdiately pulled her into his arms.
Just when Clara thought everything was okay, dozens of arrows shot out, faster than before.
Thomas dodged most of them, but one pierced harshly into his shoulder blade.
He groaned, his face instantly turning pale.
Seeing this, Clara panicked entirely. Her tears overflowed, as she anxiously shouted, "Thomas, are you okay? Are you alright?"
Seeing the arrow stuck in him, Clara fumbled around, not knowing what to do.
She had no experience dealing with wounds.
Now she sowhat regretted spending too much ti in the lab without learning more skills, unable to help now.
The arrow was deeply embedded in the flesh, with blood continuously seeping out, staining the clothes red.
Thomas looked at her tear-streaked face and said, "Do you still want to go in now?"
"No, I won’t, I won’t take the dicine Manual. If you want a divorce, go ahead. I’ll let you be with Nancy Nash."
Thomas’s face darkened, and he clenched his teeth.
He was just using a self-sacrificing tactic to stop Clara from going further inside; as for the divorce, he had changed his mind.
Perhaps Clara was right, maybe he really was under a charm, which made him fond of Nancy Nash. But after so ti together, he realized his feelings for Nancy Nash weren’t genuine.
So he wouldn’t get a divorce, and Clara shouldn’t even think about it.
"Let help you out, we need to find Eleanor to take care of the wound quickly."
Clara helped Thomas up, and the two of them walked out together.
At the door, Eleanor Sterling was waiting. When she saw the two of them coming out, she imdiately approached, "Did you get the dicine Manual?"
When she saw Thomas was injured, her face sank.
Seeing Clara in tears, Eleanor didn’t dare to ask more. She said, "Let’s treat the wound first; we can talk later."
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