Chapter 159 Something Fishy About Dalton's Blood

Wynter was still playing with the purple sugilite pendant she had obtained from Dalton in the clinic in Waterview Alley. Something felt 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 lips. She couldn't help but wonder what exactly the blood of that patient of hers had that could make her act so abnormally. 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. Not to mention that her cultivation of Zenith