Chapter 153 Can't Win, Can I Pretend to Be Dead?

Faelidiamar cleared all obstacles and sneaked into Theresa's ward, holding a dagger, she slowly approached the sleeping figure on the bed. "It seems my lesson to you wasn't enough for you to learn. You're trying to harm her with a knife even when she's lying down!" "If the person you're trying to kill isn't my beloved, I might even praise you. You represent the excellent bloodline of our Mutu tribe." Enzo's voice suddenly appeared behind her, freezing Faelidiamar's hand holding the dagger. She stiffened and looked at him. "Father! I... I can explain this, I..." *Smack!* She was slapped by Enzo and fell to the ground. Even though blood dripped from her mouth, she dared not cry out in pain. She crawled to Enzo's feet, begging for forgiveness in the most humble manner: "My face has been slashed like this, and silver powder has been sprinkled on the wounds. Even if I use my werewolf abilities to heal, there will be scars left. I'm not willing! Father!" Enzo checked