Chapter 152 A Big Short's Prisoner

• In the office, Leonard placed Gracia on the sofa. While looking at her blood–stained face, his eyes couldn’t help but reveal a hint of distress. Gracia wouldn’t have suffered like this if it weren’t for him. That filled Leonard’s heart with guilt, like a knife cutting through his heart. Gracia had been kicked in the head by Victor just moments ago, but fortunately, Leonard had infused some vital energy into her earlier. Otherwise, she would have been unconscious at this moment. But even so, her mind was now a little dazed. Leonard raised his palm and placed it on Gracia’s body, allowing his vital energy to flow into her, easing her condition. However, Gracia didn’t wake up but instead closed her eyes, falling into a deep sleep. Leonard intentionally did this because she would have to endure more pain if she woke up.
• After doing all these, Leonard breathed a sigh of relief. Arlene, who had been silently watching everything on the side, couldn’t help but be curious. Leonard had mentioned that he would treat Gracia’s injuries, but she couldn’t comprehend how Leonard would do that without any tools. However, to Arlene’s surprise, Leonard merely placed his hand on Gracia’s body for a moment, and Gracia’s physical condition improved dramatically. Although Gracia was still asleep, Arlene could sense that Gracia was no longer as weak as before. Instead, her breathing had become steady, and her condition had recovered significantly. This scene made her more curious about Leonard and his extraordinary abilities, which were beyond her understanding. “Her internal injuries are mostly healed now, but there are still external wounds.
• I need to take her back to the villa for further treatment. Could you please drive?” Leonard said to Arlene. Arlene nodded. At the same time, Leonard took out his mobile phone and called Natalie. “Please help me prepare some herbs. Jot down everything I say…” Twenty minutes later, inside the Shoal Manor, while Arlene was taking care of Gracia, Leonard dialed Parker’s number. “Mr. Evans, please help me find the location of Tyler.” Leonard knew that Tyler had also come to Newden. After what had happened to Gracia, he definitely wouldn’t let him off. “Understood,” Parker replied on the other end of the phone. Although the Morris family was powerful, Parker was even more aware of Leonard’s terrifying abilities. Meanwhile, inside a hall, Tyler’s body trembled as he listened to the news his son had gathered.