Ethan took a deep breath. “Fifteen minutes, no more. You have too many external wounds—I’ll help you apply the medicine afterward.”

With that, he turned and left.

Once he was gone, Ivy lowered her gaze and looked at her own body.

It must be because of all the scars—deep and shallow—that Ethan had lost interest in her.

She sank further into the bathtub with a sigh.

Ethan had said fifteen minutes, and fifteen minutes ...