Abandoned Super Cutie Adopted by Billionaire Clan

After Charles spoke, his voice was soft but hoarse.

“Don’t worry about me, just check on Yvonne.

Sitting beside them, Yvonne’s mother quickly shook her head, her small, weak voice laced with anxiety. “I… I’m fine… really.” Jeremy lowered his phone, still puzzled by the strange situation before him. His eyes flicked between the two, trying to make sense of what was happening. What… what exactly is going on here?” he asked, his voice tight with confusion.

He walked over to Charles and, from behind, could see his shirt torn and stained with blood, the fabric soaked in the red. His gaze flickered to the collapsed clothes rack on the floor, and he quickly pieced it together.

Yet, with all this blood, Charles still insisted he was fine?

Jeremy’s face darkened, his expression shifting to something cold and grim.

Just by the amount of blood, it was clear the injury was severe. Jeremy couldn’t fathom how Melissa could have just left after doing this.

His voice was low, almost a growl as he asked, “Did she call an ambulance when she left?”

Charles coughed and shook his head. “No.”

At hearing this, Jeremy’s anger flared. He clenched his teeth, hatred bubbling up inside him for that heartless woman. He had known for a long time that Melissa had no affection for them, but hearing about this… it made his skin crawl.

The past, wrapped in the cold, biting winds of winter, came back to him, leaving a shadow he couldn’t escape. Jeremy, Charles suddenly called.

Jeremy grunted in acknowledgment, his voice betraying a suppressed, simmering fury. His gaze was dark, resigned, as though he had already given up on the world around him.

“Check my shoulder, Charles said quietly.

Jeremy hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering in the air before he finally lowered his eyes. Slowly, he reached out. His hand trembled slightly as he touched the torn fabric, his breath catching in his chest.

He gently pulled the fabric aside, his movements slow, as though he couldn’t quite believe what he was about to see. When his fingers brushed against the blood–soaked cloth, the bright red was almost too much to bear.

His breathing quickened, and he pulled the fabric a little further apart, revealing the injury beneath.

The smell of fresh blood hit him hard, and he instinctively turned his head, pulling the cloth open even wider.

“Charles. Jeremy murmured, his forehead beading with sweat. He couldn’t bring himself to look directly, only glancing with his peripheral vision at the mess of blood.

you see? Charles asked, his

paused for a moment, then, with a shaky breath, leaned in closer, pulling

again, unable to see for himself.

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filled with disbelief. He rubbed his fingers lightly

nothing.”

wide with shock, and Charles

had expected this outcome, so he quickly regained his

eyes softening as he looked down at the fragile Yvonne in

his mind racing, trying to process the impossible.

couldn’t imagine

for the right words to describe it. Finally, he

The memories of Blorence City came rushing

fool. How had

studying her.

around f feeding on her energy.

though they

consciousness, Charles had no idea. But to heal a wound as deep as his… it must have taken a

but all he got

mewing in the cold. Her words cracked and faltered, pulling

and the questions spilled

do? Should we tell Dad? Can we take her to the hospital?

The search results were all over the place, giving him more

little weary. “Call Dad and tell him to come back.”

did as he was told, but his frustration was palpable. His thoughts,

under his breath, “If he hadn’t married Melissa, our family wouldn’t have turned out like

this.

Jeremy’s face darkened. He opened his mouth as if to argue but, in the end, swallowed the

the storm raging inside him.

still pale, her lips pressed tight in exhaustion. He stood, grabbed

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