Chapter 453

Myra wanted to cling to every last hope. Felicia returned to the room. Dexter was still lying on the bed, his limbs restrained with ropes. It was Myra who had tied him up. Ever since Dexter lost his mind, he would wander off and repeatedly tear at his wounds. Left with no other choice, Myra had resorted to tying his hands and feet to prevent further harm. It was a desperate measure. Felicia sterilized the needles and began inserting them into the acupoints on Dexter's head. Her fingers pinched the end of each needle, gently twisting it as she inserted it. Halfway through the process, Dexter shouted before struggling violently. His hoarse voice was like the roar of a trapped beast. Myra's heart skipped a beat as the sound sent shivers down her spine. She instinctively stepped forward to intervene. "He's reacting this way because it hurts, right? Did you do something wrong? Should we stop for now or maybe try a different method?" Felicia found it strange as well. It wasn't that h