Chapter 42 It’s My Fault for Not Being Able to Hold My Horses

• Before Arielle could walk out of her guilt, a knock sounded at the door and the doctor and nurses came in with Ziven behind them, who had already changed into his usual formal attire—a white shirt and black suit trousers.
• All the mess of coming out of the sea could no longer be seen on him right now.
• In just a moment, he was again the solemn and cold man that everyone could only stare at from a distance.