Mark Manning looked at her, his brow slightly furrowed, not answering.
"Bella, persuade Mason to take his injection," Mrs. Bennett wiped tears with one hand while holding her with the other, walking towards Mason Bennett.
Before reaching the bedside, Mason Bennett suddenly opened his eyes, his hoarse growl like a ferocious beast startling Bella Green to stop instinctively.
Wide-eyed, she met those fierce and ruthless eyes that seemed devoid of reason, forgetting to react.
It was clearly the face she knew so deeply, yet at this moment, it appeared so unfamiliar; she had never seen such a side of Mason Bennett.
In past lives, many said Mason Bennett was terrifying, cold-natured, and ruthless.
But she didn’t think so, no matter how she acted up, even frequenting nightclubs and bars, Mason Bennett never scolded her.
All along, it was she who pushed beyond a man’s deepest boundaries; Mason Bennett only indulged her.
But looking at the man now, Bella Green only felt her throat ache painfully.
Was he in past lives too, resembling a pained and helpless young beast when ill, raising sharp spikes to reject everyone?
Yet she knew nothing, only continually hurt him...
"Mason Bennett." She lowered her voice, stepping forward.
The person on the bed seemed like a frightened beast, glaring at her, panting roughly, making deep guttural sounds from his throat.
Bella Green felt like her heart was being pierced by fine needles, not exactly painful, but extremely uncomfortable.
She moved closer, squatted down, slowly raised her hand, wanting to touch him.
"Brother, it’s me." Her voice was very low, gently coaxing.
Hearing the word ’brother,’ the man’s body slightly stiffened, a trace of bewilderment seemed to flash in his eyes, as he looked at the bright and pretty face in front of him, his brow furrowed slightly.
Seeing him not continue to resist, Bella Green gently held his hand, slowly wiping away the blood.
"Why don’t you eat? Why don’t you take the injection?" Looking at those wounded hands, she couldn’t suppress her anger, her voice becoming somewhat stern.
Upon hearing this, Mark Manning furrowed his brow, about to say something, but Mrs. Bennett held him back, shaking her head at him.
"I’ll hold him down, you do the injection," Bella Green looked towards Mark Manning.
Mark Manning glanced at the now quiet, non-resistant Mason Bennett, somewhat surprised, then nodded, picking up the new needle and walking over.
Just as he took a step forward, the man on the bed suddenly grew cold in the eyes, as sharp as two swords piercing through, startling Mark Manning to stop dead in his tracks, not daring to approach.
When Mason Bennett was ill, it was really as if neither god nor demon dared to come close; facing gods he would slay gods, facing demons he would slay demons. Every time he treated Mason Bennett, he felt like he was taking a walk through hell’s gate.
When Mason Bennett lost his reasoning, he had no regard for gentleness, always feeling like he could accidentally be crushed to death by him.
"Behave." Bella Green suddenly shouted low, startling Mark Manning’s body into three trembles.
Just about to remind her not to overdo it, but the beast-like man from a moment ago suddenly calmed down.
"...What the heck is this?"
"Hurry up," Bella Green urged as she saw him dazed.
It was then that Mark Manning snapped back to reality, went over, and this time the injection went smoothly. After sticking the infusion tube, Mark Manning finally breathed a sigh of relief and then looked at Bella Green with a face full of astonishment.
This young lady was incredible, she could control the unsealed Great Demon King?