"Pain!"
"So painful!"
Wyatt Barnes' hands tightly clutched his nearly splitting head, as he let out a series of wild beast-like low roars. At this moment, he was like a wounded beast.
At some point, sweat was pouring down his forehead like rain.
Click! Click! Click!
Wyatt's teeth constantly clashed, making a series of eerie noises that would send chills down anyone's spine.
"Jerk."
"Young Master."
Jovie Lee and Keer stood by the side, anxious and worried, not daring to make any reckless moves since they did not know what was happening to Wyatt, only able to stand there and look at him with concern.
Seeing Wyatt drenched in sweat and in extreme pain, their hearts ached tremendously.
If pain could be transferred, they would not hesitate to take their man's pain onto themselves, sparing him from suffering.
At this moment, frame after frame of images flashed through Wyatt's mind.
These images were fragments of his past memories.
