Chapter 159 Something Fishy About Daltor’s Blood

Wynter was still playing with the purple sugilite pendant she had obtained from Dalton in the clinic in Waterview Alley.

Something fell off that day. It wasn’t just her intermittent explosive disorder; there was also this piece of purple sugilite that seemed oddly familiar to her.

If her memory served right, this pendant should be hers, so how did it end up being Dalton’s personal possession?

Feeling confused, Wynter rubbed her temple with her fingers, her eyes shimmering faintly.

Though only some fragmented images, she was gradually recollecting her memories now. But it still required some time.

Wynter hung the purple sugilite pendant back to her waist, her fingertips grazing her l*ps.

She couldn’t help but wonder what exactly the blood of that patient of hers had that could make her act

so abnormally.

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After all, Wynter’s medical skills were honed by using herself as a lab rat she had tried both good and bad medicines on herself.

her cultivation of Zenith herbs had made her immune to all

than just

fingers rhythmically tapped on the table, her

was indeed someone marked by the Grim

who the Grim Reaper favored more, Dalton or the scion

one thing was certain: no one could take

her gaze, reorganizing her treatment

had been driven away, still harbored

in the car, she pounded the steering wheel again and again,

we shouldn’t have kept Wynter from the start. Look at her,

pain in his back, Ewan’s eyes glimmered with a hint

had badly behaved, Margret would still care about him

irritated her.

concern for him at all a moment

Don’t you have anything to say?” Wanda pinched Ewan’s arm.

and asked, “Don’t you think something

got her live stream,

more Ewan listened, the more annoyed he felt. “That’s my mother you’re talking. I’ve told you not to go

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