Facade of Love

Chapter 286 You Might Lose This Leg

With just one glance at Charlie’s right leg, I could clearly see that his calf bone was covered in large abscesses. No, almost everything I could see was covered in abscesses, and it was horrifying to behold.

He tightly pursed his thin lips, his face trembling slightly due to suppressed emotions. After a long pause, he spoke with a calm yet stern tone, “Did I scare you?”

I hesitated for a moment, then quickly shook my head, looking at him in disbelief. “How did it get this bad? How long has it been like this?” I scolded myself for asking.

I had forgotten that he had recently been in a car accident… Wait, the accident had injured his leg, so how could it have deteriorated into this state? Why did it look like rotten flesh? What kind of accident could have caused his leg to turn into this?

Perhaps realizing that I had already seen everything, he bit his lip and said softly, “Burn injury. Failed skin graft.”

I froze, and a sharp pain pierced my chest. How had it become so severe, and why had I not noticed it before? I had not seen any signs of a limp when he walked. Then he was pinned down by rocks in the cave…

The realization hit me like a wave, and I panicked. Without thinking, I rushed to his side and reached out to examine his wound. However, he grabbed my wrist, and I met his furrowed brow. My anxiety was evident. “Let me see your wound. It’s this serious, and if you don’t treat it, you might lose this leg.”

during our journey. I had thought

his brow slightly and repeated, “I’m

his calm demeanor only. fueled my anger. I spoke with a hint of frustration, “Is this what you call fine?! All you ever say is, ‘I’m fine.‘ Do you plan to have me owe you my life and feel guilty for the rest of my days when your leg is really beyond saving? You silently

presumptuous. He had been in a wheelchair not long after the accident, and I had assumed

this wilderness, the cold and rainy weather added to our woes. Charlie was still running a high fever, and his leg could not bear this ordeal from old injuries and new. Even an iron man would have

if my words had any effect, but he looked at me, and his handsome face hesitated for a moment. He held my hand, his grip

knelt beside him to inspect his leg, but he;tively moved

furrowed my brows

his lip and said awkwardly, “I was afraid

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together, feeling a mixture of emotions. At a time like this,

in my heart, I

lower leg was covered in ulcers. I gasped when I saw that his Achilles tendon area was bright red. It was from when he forced himself free from being trapped under the rocks in the cave. The blood from his