Chapter 1182

It turns out Kevin had already fainted. Blake used all her strength to prop Kevin up and drag him back to his bedroom. Tears started to flow from her eyes uncontrollably.

“What happened to you, Kevin? Stop scaring me! Why are you covered in blood? What’ve you been doing these few days?” Blake cried.

Despite her crying, Kevin had no reaction: Blake quickly calmed d and muttered to herself, “I can’t panic. There must be a reason why didn’t go to the hospital. There should be some medical supplies i the house.”

Blake started rummaging around and found the medication and some gauze under the coffee table in the living room. She cut open Kevin’s pajamas with some scissors because the blood and Kevin’s clothes were all stuck to the bloody and mangled wound. Blake cleaned his wounds with trembling hands and then spread some ointment over his wound. Kevin winced from the stinging pain.

Blake comforted him, “Just hold on a little longer. I just applied the ointment. It won’t hurt for long.”

When Kevin was still unconscious, his deepest memories started to surface. In a rundown basement were dozens of children aged eight to nine locked in cages. Kevin was among those children. He was also the quietest among the children. Many children were kidnapped here, but he grew up here.

As for what was happening, it was an ordinary everyday occurrence to him.

“I want to go home!” One kid cried.

“I want my mommy!” Another kid screamed.

“I beg you, let us go! I’ll give you all my toys,” One of the kids pleaded.

A young boy stood barefooted and dressed in messy clothes outside the cages in the cold basement.

He brought a bucket carrying food for all the kids. The food was mush, and his appearance was a huge contrast compared to the fancy-clothed children. He had never seen such bright colors before. There were blue, green, pink and many more.

From the corner of his eye were people who were driven crazy o being buried alive. That place was a mass grave. It was for handli people who did not behave. Their cries kept going.

“Don’t cry. Stop crying. Everyone shut up,” Kevin mumbled out loud, delirious.

When Blake was applying the medication, she heard him mutter something. She got closer and heard him trying to stop someone from crying.

“Kevin, what do you mean “stop crying”? What’re you dreaming about?

Blake asked him.

“It’s okay, you’re fine,” Blake proceeded to coax him. After that, she wiped the sweat off his forehead and comforted him with a gentle tone. Finally, his mumbling subsided.

After applying all the medication, Blake remembered that there was still blood on him. She quickly went to the bathroom and brought out some warm water. Blake placed it on the nightstand before using a warm towel to wipe the dirt off his body. After she finished cleaning him, the low battery notification appeared on her phone.

Coincidentally, Blake saw that Liam had sent a message to her: [You free now?]

Blake quickly replied: [Mr. Xander, I would like to take five of my annual leaves in advance. I have some matters to attend to. Sorry for troubling you.]

Her tone was polite yet distant.