Pulse

Lucille coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood; her head spun and she felt unsteady on her feet. She could only brace herself against the bathroom counter to barely stay upright. Having recovered to a degree, she checked her pulse, and couldn't help but laugh bitterly after a while. Her time... was running out. With downcast eyes, she turned on the tap to wash away the blood in the basin. Only after the smell of blood was completely gone did she turn off the water and slowly step out of the bathroom. She went downstairs. As she was groping her way toward the stairs, she was unaware of the figure quietly standing at the other side of the corridor, just a few meters away from her: Joseph, who had suppressed his aura to keep her from sensing him. She thought she had hidden herself well. She didn't let him see the embarrassing scene of her vomiting blood, stumbling, and crashing. But Joseph had observed everything. If she didn't want him to know, then he would pretend not to know. Joseph wat