C35 Not Yours, But Still Yours

***Xavier's POV**

“What the fuck do you mean she was attacked?” My father yelled, pacing about the room.

When Dorothy passed out at my doorstep, fear shot up my blood as I called the doctor and my parents. She had blood on her hands, and I thought it was hers, but I wrong, although I didn't know whose it was.

“Well, she's gonna be okay. But I suggest she eats something as the prolonged fasting