Tiara finally regained consciousness.

She had suffered unimaginable tortures. She was whipped, and her flesh was burnt with a scorching branding iron.

Yesterday, the doctor performed surgery on her and treated her injuries.

When James entered her ward, she was staring at the ceiling, her eyes void of all emotion.

Hearing footsteps, she immediately turned her head. Upon seeing James, she was unable to stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks.

James walked over to her and sat on a chair beside the bed. Grabbing her hand, he consoled her, “Everything’s fine now.”

“J-James, I didn’t tell him anything.” She croaked.

She persevered because she had a conviction. She would never betray James, even if it cost her her life.

“I know.”

Seeing the state Tiara was in, James was distressed.

From her injuries, James could tell she had undergone unimaginable torture. Not even a battle-hardened warrior could withstand such agony, let alone a frail maiden. However, the fact that sh