Chapter 925
Phoebe sat on the bed, using her sharp nails to mutilate her wrist like a crazy person.
The areas where she had been shackled with iron chains were now a bloody mess, with fresh blood dripping down. Yet, she seemed oblivious to the pain, her eyes blazing red.
In a manic state, she repeated her frenzied act of self–destruction.
“Phoebe, stop!”
Howard rushed to her, embracing her to prevent further harm.
Phoebe, in her state of madness, fought against his embrace. Then, she suddenly erupted in rage and sank her teeth into his neck.
Howard furrowed his brow, holding his breath.
It hurt, but his heart ached even more.
He remained still, letting her unleash all her rage upon him.
Sheena, Elliot, and Lionel hurried upstairs, witnessing the horrifying scene.
Sheena calmly instructed, “Lionel, quickly go to the Jenkins family medical team and get some sedatives. Elliot, help me restrain Phoebe.”
“Yes, Sheena,” Lionel responded, turning to leave.
Sheena and Elliot worked together to try to restrain the out–of–control Phoebe.
“No need. Don’t hurt her… This is enough. It’s what I deserve,” Howard struggled to speak through the pain in his neck.
Elliot stood by the bed, helpless as he watched Howard being bitten.
Sheena immediately went to help Jacintha up from the floor.
The atmosphere in the room was eerie, with everyone staring at the seemingly tender yet bloody scene on the bed, their faces grim.
Lionel acted quickly, returning with a whole box of sedatives within ten minutes.
As they prepared to administer the injection, Howard, pale–faced and trembling, reached
out his hand.
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“Let me…”
Reluctantly, Lionel handed it to him.
With gentle yet precise movements, Howard injected the sedative into Phoebe’s arm.
However, even after the full dose of sedative, Phoebe’s condition showed no improvement.
Those eyes remained bloodshot, looking sinister like a raging demon.
Lionel could only hand another sedative to Howard.
With two doses of sedative injected into her system, Phoebe gradually loosened her grip and collapsed into Howard’s arms..
Howard tenderly placed her back on the bed, the clear teeth marks and evident
bloodstains on his neck.
Sheena walked over to check his wound, thankfully finding no damage to the tendons or
veins.
“Howard, how do you feel?”
Howard ignored the pain, replying, “I’m fine.”
Sheena turned to Lionel. “Go to the Jenkins family medical team and fetch the best psychiatrist. Have them stay at the mansion for the next few days to assist Howard in taking care of Phoebe.”
Lionel nodded. “Got it.”
As Lionel departed, Elliot went downstairs and retrieved the medical kit from the storage. cabinet. He helped Howard clean the wound on his neck, his movements skillful and practiced.
Howard remained still, his eyes fixed on Phoebe.
If he could, he would not want to treat the wound on his neck; he wanted to endure the pain with Phoebe.
