Chapter 997Chapter 997
In Warren‘s eyes, this was the most serious thing.
This man was not targeting Weston– it was Weston who had acted so brazenly and was severely
injured while protecting Stella – giving him a reason to make things difficult for Stella.
novelbinWeston would, of course, wouldn‘t grant him the chance.
Putting on a calm expression, he asked, “Is there anything else you want to say, Grandfather?”
Apart from the moment his face turned pale when the acid hit him, he behaved no differently than his
usual, stoic self.
Warren sullenly surveyed him and only waved his hand.” Nothing. Stella was scared, right? You take
her up to rest.”
Throughout the whole process, Weston did not show any abnormality.
He brought Stella upstairs. Under the light, Stella saw the man‘s face. It was as handsome as ever,
albeit with a little innate indifference.
The side of his face was so sharp that he looked like he‘d reject someone even without looking at
them.
She finally could not resist and asked, “...Are you really alright?”
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She knitted her brows tightly, looking very worried. He lowered his eyes and looked at her. His gaze had softened a little, not as cold as before.
He rubbed her head and did not say anything.
As soon as they returned to their room, his hand slowly slumped down, and he croaked in a hoarse
voice, “Go get the doctor.”
Those words started her, and her face turned grim immediately. “You are hurt! Why didn‘t you say so
just now?”
He smiled, but his face was a bit pale. “I will explain later. Get the doctor quick.”
Not delaying one bit, she grabbed his phone and frantically looked for the family doctor‘s number.
When the doctor came, he avoided being seen by Warren.
In the bedroom on the third floor–Unable to understand why he was silent, Stella asked Weston, “Why
didn‘t you say something when you were hurt?”
Why did he hold it back?
He swept her into his arms, avoiding the part burned by the acid, and whispered in her ear. “It‘s nothing
serious. Luckily, the hall wasn‘t so hot, so wearing a jacket...”
“That‘s acia!”
She pushed him away, trying to check his back but was stopped by him.
He stared at her quietly. “Stella, are you concerned about me?”
She pursed the corners of her mouth, and her eyes twinkled. “What do you think?” Her eyes began to well up with tears.
Weston was moved. Raising his hand, he rubbed the corners of her eyes. “I won‘t feel any pain if you
cry for me.”
“Tears are salty!”
Stella‘s eyes were a bit red, and she sounded a bit nasal. She pushed his hands away and said, “If my
tears drop on your wound, it will hurt like hell!”
He chuckled and took her into his arms. “It really doesn‘t hurt...”
Of course, she didn‘t believe a word he said.
She waited patiently beside him. Only when the doctor arrived did she stand up and step aside.
He sat on the sofa and tossed the jacket aside casually. The skin on his right side had already burned
through. There was a burn mark on his white silk shirt.
She gasped at the sight before her.
No wonder she didn‘t see it. As long as he blocked that area with his arm, it was basically invisible.
Just looking at it felt painful.
The doctor also frowned when he saw this. “How long has this been left untreated?”
With a shrug, Weston instructed the doctor instead. “It‘s no big deal. Oh, remember to avoid them on
your way out. Don‘t let anyone see you, and don‘t let anyone know I‘m injured.”
Stella‘s eyes flickered. Then she felt a bit bitter.
Had he remained mum on how badly injured he was because he didn‘t want Guinevere to be
responsible?