He let out a muffled sigh, his face feigning the pitiful look of being abandoned.
"You were burning with fever during the day, your whole body as hot as a piece of coal; I was almost scared to death. I ran back and forth, digging holes to block the wind, finding dry firewood to light a fire, begging Kaelan Hawthorne to roast meat to feed you… my hands nearly wore out. Now you're lively and jumping, yet won't even give a hug? Are you that afraid I'll eat you?"
Upon hearing these words, Seraphina Caldwell's ears heated up.
During that period, she was feverish and confused, yet the fragments of her memory were all filled with the figure of Wyatt Yardley.
She wasn't unaware that during this time, Wyatt Yardley had truly not had a moment to rest.
If his mind hadn't been clear, capable of stabilizing the situation amidst chaos, the group would have scattered long ago.
Perhaps now they might still be stranded on some desolate slope, starving enough to gnaw on tree bark.
