Chapter 135 Shouldn't He Be Moved?

• In the deathly silence, Sylvia stepped out from behind Hiram and looked over. The assassin lay on the ground, a bloody wound on his chest, staring lifelessly like a dead fish.
• Between the assassin and Hiram, Lydia lay on the ground, an arrow embedded in her chest. Blood soaked through her blue dress. She had taken the arrow for Hiram.
• Lydia lay there, her face drained of color, clutching her wound, gasping in pain. She looked at Hiram with weak eyes, managing a faint smile. "I'm glad... you're okay, brother... that's all that matters."