When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind

Chapter 403 I Didn’t Write That Letter

“Even though my main duty right now is to protect you, Ludwig’s voice was soft, like a trembling still take on some high–level missions from the group-

“High–level?” Jean Ginger’s eyes widened slightly.

I remembered that tasks from Abyssal Choir rarely involved anything like arson or murder. They weren’t supposed to be that difficult…

So, what kind of mission had Ludwig taken on to end up this badly injured?

“You’re that good, and you still got hurt this badly?” Jean tilted her head and muttered without meaning to

I always saw Ludwig through rose–tinted glasses, like he could do anything. I kept forgetting he was flesh and blood too

He looked like he’d been injured for days now-

And after so many days, he still wasn’t healed. He looked terribly weak…

“I’m not that great,” Ludwig leaned lightly against the headboard, lips curled into a calm smile.

“While carrying out the mission,” the corner of his eyes lifted slightly, as if recalling the past, “I ran into an unexpected situation…”

back. I passed out from my injuries and don’t remember anything after that Ludwig said those dangerously

was Jolene’s

had to

meant things were really

ask more, maybe get him to tell her exactly

in front of her didn’t seem willing to say

honestly. Whatever happened must’ve been painful. Asking him to go over it again would be like ripping the sc off

her lips together and, wisely,

long have you been recovering here?” she shifted the topic without making it obvious, eyes full

spoke up, “About a week… After Moon brought me back, they sent me straight here. I never went back to the Palette Building

words came slowly, like talking

be staying at the Palette Building,”

his tone

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her eyes slightly

often, but I was worried that if something happened, you wouldn’t be ab find me… Ludwig went on. “Sure, we have our badges to communicate, but they’re not foolproof There times when they just don’t

It’s relatively comfortable there too. But my injuries were too serious. After

in a fake–lighthearted way. “You’re actually pretty lucky today. I just happened to be feeling a little better–awake, and with enough strength to open