A Wound that Never Heals

Chapter 142

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Darlene was sure that the sticky blood on her hand did not come from her.

When she reached her palm under her nose, she smelled a strong smell of blood. There was a lot of blood on her hand.

Just now, when Gustave leaned over to Darlene, he touched her palm.

Gustave’s hand that had been stabbed immediately moved back. He said in an awkward voice, “I’m fine.”

He propped his hand on the sofa and got up. In the dim night, he groped for the switch on the wall and turned on the light.

The dark bedroom was instantly brightly lit. Darlene clearly saw the blood on the sofa and on her hand.

A large amount of blood was shocking.

Gustave hid his hand away from her sight and turned to open the door. “Go back to your room for rest. It’s getting late. You still have to continue the drip tomorrow morning.”

Although his hand was hidden, Darlene still guessed where he was hurt. She got up and said, “You should have treated your wound earlier. I…

She wanted to say, “I’ll help you bandage the wound.” But she thought of something and finally said, “Let the doctor help you bandage.”

Gustave nodded and opened the door. “Okay, go to rest. If you can’t sleep, take a warm shower. Remember to eat the medicine on time as the doctor said.”

Outside the bedroom, Darnell and a servant were still standing there. There was another person. He was Gustave’s family doctor Jason Brown.

Jason had been waiting outside for a while. When he saw Darlene hurriedly walk out of the room to greet him and then immediately walk to the other side, Jason looked at Gustave with a curious expression. “Mr. Walpole, I came late. Do you still need my help?”

Why did Gustave look as if his desire was satisfied?

Gustave did not say anything. He looked at Darlene’s back at the end of the corridor and

returned to the room.

Jason asked Darnell, “Who is this girl?”

Darnell glanced at the gold–rimmed glasses on Jason’s nose. “You’re wearing glasses. Can’t you see it clearly?”

Jason immediately nodded and laughed. “I understand. It’s rare to see Gustave fall in

love.”

anxiously returned to her room. Her ears were still a

little hot.

almost said that she wanted to help Gustave treat

not bear to see others get hurt. It was an instinct that she had developed over the years. When she saw someone get injured, she wanted to immediately deal with the

when Avery sat in the wheelchair, his

hurt himself.

in the wheelchair and had to raise his head in front of everyone. He was

to vent it.

any outsiders including the doctors. He often left large

began to learn how to treat wounds. Later, other than taking care of Avery’s life, she

minor illness.

had recovered, Darlene still kept the habit. The moment she saw the wounds and bloodstains, she immediately wanted to get a sterilized cotton swab and

gauze.

and sat on the

one left. She finally heaved a sigh of

always so easily

fists and was still immersed in her

was the maid. She vaguely heard a

But Mr. Walpole said he was allowed

heavily outside. If that man gets wet, Mr.

came intermittently. The phone Darlene placed on the coffee table lit up. A text message came

was from Avery. “Darlene, come out. I’ll take you back.”

the phone in her hand and clenched her fist. She frowned, got up to the window, and pulled the curtains

heavy. Darlene looked out through the window

of haze.

and saw a familiar black car parked at the

probably came here alone. He was standing

umbrella.

autumn night drenched his entire body from the

could not receive Darlene’s reply, Avery called

Mr. Walpole’s place, but

on my behalf.

wife

the time being for her sake, but I have the right to visit her no matter what.

that she

to stop Avery wore a troubled expression. He was waiting for a reply from Gustave on the other side of

Avery only received an extremely

does not want to see

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