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.”

corridor, Darlene anxiously returned to her

little hot.

help Gustave treat his wounds, she was still a

not bear to see others get hurt. It was an instinct that she had developed over the years. When she saw

year when Avery sat in the wheelchair, his mood was terrible, and

hurt himself.

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

vent

including the doctors. He often left large wounds on his hands

to learn how to treat wounds. Later, other than taking care

minor illness.

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

gauze.

sat on the sofa alone.

quiet as she was the only one left. She finally

was she always so easily

her thought when she

realized that it was the maid. She

he’s standing outside the villa. But Mr. Walpole said he was allowed

man gets wet, Mr. Walpole will be scolded by the chairman again.”

The phone Darlene placed on the coffee

from Avery. “Darlene, come out. I’ll take

held the phone in her hand and clenched her fist. She frowned, got up

heavy. Darlene looked out through the window covered

of haze.

down and saw a familiar black car parked at

here alone. He was standing

umbrella.

heavy rain of late autumn night drenched his entire body from

stood there. Since he could not receive Darlene’s reply,

at Mr. Walpole’s place, but at

on my behalf.

wife

ill. As her husband, I can choose not to stay with her for the time being for her

she

wore a troubled expression. He was waiting for

only received an extremely cold

want to

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