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.

Zenith herbs had made her

more than just

rhythmically tapped on the table,

was indeed someone marked by the Grim

who the Grim Reaper favored more, Dalton or the scion of

certain: no one could take away the person she decided to

her gaze, reorganizing

been driven away, still

in the car, she pounded the steering wheel again and

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

in his back, Ewan’s eyes

how he had badly behaved, Margret would still care

irritated her.

signs of concern for him at all a

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

asked, “Don’t you think something

more stubborn, that’s all.” Wanda scoffed. “Now that she’s got her live stream, she doesn’t give a damn

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

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