Chapter 392

Third Person's POV

Emmett returned to the house on Orchid Street.

First, he rinsed his mouth, spitting out every trace of the blood. He couldn't bear to worry Sera.

Only two servants were at the Orchid Street residence: one bustling in the kitchen, the other likely tending to Sera.

Alone in the tea room, he swished mouthwash around. His head throbbed, and the left side of his mouth felt split open