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.”

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

responded with at voice colder than ice. “And

we approached, he…” He trailed off, exchanging a quick glance with the shorter man, who picked up where

shot himself.

the aftermath of this revelation. Logan’s sharp gaze moved from one man to the other, weighing them, judging their worthiness. “I entrusted you both

desperation creeping into his voice, stepped forward. “Logan, we’ve been with you for

of anger in his voice, added, “We want revenge as much as you do. Let us make this right.” But Logan wasn’t swayed. “One lapse can cost lives in our world. You

the shorter man’s shimmered with unshed tears, perhaps from shame or the weight of the failed responsibility. But

“Leave. Now.”

watched as the two men left, their shoulders drooping in defeat. Logan didn’t spare them. another

was tense. The silence was only broken by the occasional sigh from Logan or the quiet hum of the car engine. The sprawling mansion came into view, its

something that caught my attention, but today, my focus was solely on the man beside me,

side door 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

living

I watched, Dr. Mitchell expertly cleaned the wound, his hands moving

been in. Their eyes met briefly, a silent communication

chuckled dryly. “A falling billboard, and you call that lucky?” The doctor glanced up, his eyes holding a

I

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

trying to offer a comforting smile, though it didn’t quite reach his

felt Ema inside of me, aching for the pain that our mate was in. It felt almost

away while the doctor stitched up

equipment. Before he left, he pulled me aside. “Keep an eye on him, okay? He puts on a brave face, but

leaving only Logan and me in the room. The weight of the day’s events hung