Injury
"Bradly?"
Eliana immediately turned around to check on Bradly’s condition.It wasn’t until she was sure that he
wasn’t seriously hurt that she scolded Maurice.
"How come you drive like a madman?!"
She pursed her lips unhappily, suspecting that he did it on purpose.This man had looked gloomy ever
since he saved them.
Maurice didn’t answer at first.
Instead, he steadied the steering wheel with one hand while the other pressed against his waist.
A hint of pain flashed across his face.
But a split-second later, he said flatly, "It was a slip."
Minutes later, they made it to the hospital.
Supported by Eliana, Bradly got out of the car and hobbled to the emergency room.
A doctor tended to the wound on his hand and announced, "It’s not a serious injury.None of the bones
or tendons were damaged.You just need to come back to have the dressing changed and the stitches
removed.Your hand will be fine once it recovers."
Hearing this, Eliana heaved a sigh of relief.It turned out that Bradly didn’t have any other wounds, just
bruises.
So the doctor ordered a nurse to run a detailed examination on Bradly to see if he had any internal
bleeding.
Before Bradly was escorted away, he gently touched the back of Eliana’s head and comforted her,
"Now you can relax, okay?"
Eliana smiled faintly and watched as the nurse took Bradly away.
"Is he your boyfriend or something? Why do you care so much about him?"
There was a hint of bitterness in that low, hoarse voice.
Eliana looked in the direction of the voice and saw the man slumped on a bench nearby.
Maurice narrowed his eyes at her, looking hostile.
"No, but he got injured, trying to protect me back there.How could I not worry?"
Eliana sat next to Preston in a huff and tried to help him sit up straight.
Although Preston was just a gigolo who worked in a night club, he always maintained a dignified,
upright posture.
This was Eliana’s first time to see him slouch.
As she tried to help him up, she felt something sticky on her fingertips.
Puzzled, she looked at her hand, only to find that it was stained with dark red blood.
"Preston!" she shrieked in horror.
“You’re bleeding!"
She subconsciously lifted the hem of the man’s black clothes to check on his wound.
"Doctor—"
"It’s none of your business,"
Maurice cut her off.He grabbed her wrist to stop her.
The dark blood on her fair skin stood out starkly.His voice was cold, as though he was in no pain at all.
"Just care about your Bradly."
"Are you sure?! Why didn’t you tell me earlier that you got hurt?"
Tears welled up in her eyes that wandered to the back of his waist anxiously.
The wound… He was stabbed when he protected her back in the antique shop.
At the time, she had just thought that he had grunted in pain from the fall.
She didn’t expect that he could endure such pain and keep his composure even though he had been
stabbed with an actual knife.
"I didn’t want to inconvenience you."
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