Chapter 702 Throw Them Away

• Dexter's comforting gaze offered Josie some solace as she reluctantly rose to her feet, her fingers still tainted with blood.
• Dexter fetched a tissue and gently wiped away the blood, then took a cotton swab dipped in iodine from a nearby servant. His movements were composed and practiced, yet a faint quiver in his hands betrayed the depth of his emotions. His eyes had a shadow of darkness, and his tone carried a hint of displeasure. "Is the photo more important, or are your hands? What if your hands were injured to the point that you couldn't draw anymore?"
• A gentle smile graced Josie's lips, reflecting her happiness at the knowledge that Dexter cared about her, even if it was mainly for her drawing ability. She was anxious about damaging the photo, afraid of being wrongly implicated alongside her father, and concerned about unintentionally hurting his feelings.