His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 272 A New Perspective

Ella

The weight of the billboard bore down, threatening to crash onto me. Just as I braced myself for impact and felt Ema’s strength surge through me, preparing to lunge out of the way or stiffen my body to repel the impact, Logan surged forward, knocking it away with his superhuman strength.

It was an impressive feat, but as the dust settled, I noticed blood beginning to seep from a wound on his arm. I heard screams and panicked voices around me. Innocent shoppers who were just as shocked as I was. But I didn’t care about them. “Logan!” I shouted, rushing to his side.

He brushed me off with a smirk. “I’ve had worse.” But his eyes betrayed the concern he was trying to hide. “His wound,” Ema said, drawing my attention back to his arm. “It’s… bad. It hurts me, too.”

I had heard the stories before, about ghost pain, caused by a mate getting hurt. It was faint, but it was there. And I was worried, too.

The dust still hung in the air, a misty remnant of the fallen billboard. Logan stood, his armi dripping blood, while I tried to absorb the shock of what had just occurred. The sound of hurried footsteps echoed, bringing with them two men. I started to back away, frightened, but Logan put his good arm around me and gave me a squeeze.

“They’re our men,” he murmured. “Not enemies.”

The men approached, glancing at the wreckage, then at Logan’s bleeding arm, their expressions morphing from concern to sheer panic.

“Boss,” the taller one began, the strain evident in his voice. His dark hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat. “We arrived too late. We tracked him down, but we couldn’t intercept him before he triggered the trap.”

other, a stockier man with a scar over his left eyebrow, added, “It was cleverly set up, but that’s no excuse.

with at voice

“We…we found him. But when we approached, he…” He trailed off, exchanging a quick glance with the shorter man, who picked

shot himself. He’s

man to the other, weighing them, judging their worthiness. “I entrusted you both

creeping into his voice, stepped forward. “Logan, we’ve been with you for years. We’ve faced countless

of anger in his voice, added, “We want revenge as much as you do. Let us make this right.” But Logan wasn’t

shame or the weight of the failed responsibility. But Logan remained unmoved. He turned away, leaving the men to

“Leave. Now.”

shoulders drooping in defeat. Logan didn’t spare them. another glance. Instead, he turned to me,

only broken by the occasional sigh from Logan or the quiet

that caught my attention, but today, my focus

to the mansion opened, revealing a middle-aged man with silver hair, glasses perched on his nose, and a medical bag in hand. This was Dr. Mitchell, a trusted ally of Logan’s and, as

of the plush sofas in the expansive living room. “Sit,” he ordered Logan, who complied without protest, clearly

none of this would have happened. As I watched, Dr. Mitchell expertly cleaned the wound, his hands moving with precision and

as the doctor dabbed at his arm, but other than that, he remained stoic, his face giving away no sign of the pain he must have been in. Their eyes met briefly, a silent communication that seemed to say more than words ever could. “Deep gash,” Dr. Mitchell

you call that lucky?” The doctor glanced up, his

Dr. Mitchell began to stitch the wound, I

“He’ll be fine, Miss. A few stitches, some rest, and he’ll be back to his old self.” “So,

a comforting smile, though it didn’t quite reach

our mate was in. It felt almost aggravating,

doctor stitched up Logan’s wound.

the wound bandaged, Dr. Mitchell packed up his equipment. Before he left, he pulled me aside. “Keep an

Mitchell, leaving only Logan and