From now on, Livia and Mitchel would have no more connections. He could be with whoever he wanted and it had nothing to do with her anymore.
"You’re just throwing another tantrum!” Without giving her a chance to protest, Mitchel picked her up and carried her to the infirmary.
By the time the ship's doctor arrived hurriedly from the banquet, she had already developed a high fever.
Before administering the fever-reducing injection, the doctor asked if she was allergic to penicillin. She opened her mouth, but instead of speaking, a gush of blood poured out.
It turned out that, while immersed in the freezing cold water, she had bitten her tongue to stay conscious.
When she was standing, she could still swallow. But now, lying on the bed, the blood in her mouth was nearly suffocating her.
"You... you're so badly hurt, why didn't you say something earlier?" Mitchel seemed frantic with worry.
Livia suddenly let out a mocking laugh, but as she tugged at her mouth, blood spilled over her.
She had wanted to speak, but had anyone ever given her the chance?