Tabitha's POV
"Mark, you look serious. It ... didn't work?"
He sighed and then handed me the paper bag. "See for yourself."
I didn't know what he meant. Something told me it wasn't just about the effect of the potion.
Did he know my wound wouldn't heal?
Even so, he didn't have to look so stern.
Puzzled, I slowly opened the paper bag. There were two reports inside, and the first was the results of the treatment.
Sure enough, the potion made from my blood did not work.
That made sense.
After all, that treatment method was very ancient and lacked practice.
I already knew the result from the look on Mark's face.
Then I picked up the second report, which was a DNA test report.
I frowned, not knowing why he would conduct this test.
But as my eyes slid down the page and spotted my na
