Chapter 377

The silky fabric had stuck to the wound, and the blood had dried up. With trembling hands, Ian tried twice but failed to remove the shirt completely. However, the bloody whip wounds were already visible. "Oh my God! Who did this? They were way too ruthless!" Ian was brought up by an illegal organization. The rules were strict, and it was common for those not proficient enough to be beaten to death. Still, Ian had managed to avoid it most of the time. Yet, Elijah was different. He was a pampered heir from a prominent family, so how could he sustain such severe injuries? Elijah, in a weak voice, interrupted his astonishment, "Don't shout. Close the doors and windows, then draw the curtains. If the shirt won't come off, use a hot towel and press on it for a while." "Alright, alright." Ian quickly followed the instructions, grabbing a hot towel from the bathroom. With a hint of reluctance, he said, "Mr. Freeman, the hot compress might sting a bit. Please bear with it." The