Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 30: Overly Controlling Man

Natalie almost screamed in panic at the sudden loud smash next to her ear. Instinctively, she covered her head with her hands and leaned down to protect herself, bracing for another blow. But instead of more attacks, she heard the sound of painful cries from men outside.

Peeking out from her car, she saw the two men in suits—supposedly bodyguards appointed by Justin for her—had tackled the four attackers. Shaken but unharmed, she quickly stepped out of the car. By then, the security guards from the society gate had also rushed to the scene.

One of the bodyguards, the same tall and robust man who stopped her car today and she scolded him, approached her, "Ms. Natalie, are you alright?"

His eyes scanned her for injuries. He noticed the light scratches on her forehead and cheek caused by the shattered glass.

Though still in shock, Natalie nodded and started to move toward the attackers, her instincts telling her to confront them. But the bodyguard stopped her. "We’ll handle this and find out why they attacked you. First, we need to take care of your injuries, Miss."

"I’m alright," she retorted, though her trembling hands betrayed her true state, the pain in her ankle seems to increased at her sudden movement.

Just then, the other bodyguard approached with a phone in hand. "Mr. Harper is on the line. He wants to speak with you, Ms Natalie," he said, offering her the phone.

"Hello," Natalie answered, trying to steady her voice.

"Are you hurt?" Justin’s deep, calm voice came through, instantly grounding her.

"Just a few scratches," she replied, feeling an unexpected sense of reassurance as if she was compelled to answer him truthfully.

"Head to the hospital with the bodyguard. I’ll be there soon," Justin instructed firmly.

no need.

room for argument. Natalie was momentarily taken aback, feeling the weight of his

the bodyguard, who then instructed her, "Please get in my

the black car. The same man, she was angry at during the day for stopping her car rashly, drove her

the light scratches on her skin had begun

your name?" She figured it was best to at least know the name of the

"John," he replied politely.

on Natalie’s skin, the door opened and a man walked inside the room. His

that chilling aura around him, as if

He gently tilted her chin up to inspect the scratches on

nothing more," Natalie attempted to dismiss his concern, but

looked at her hands, noticing the marks on the backs of her palms, and held them in his. Natalie briefly considered pulling her hands away,

"Treat her quickly and make sure no

young doctor nodded quietly, thinking to himself, ’I was already doing that, but sir, you’re the

care so much about a few marks? I have worse and bigger scars on my body. These tiny scratches

watching intently as the doctor treated Natalie’s wounds. Despite the sting of the antiseptic, she didn’t wince once, her

were those

retorted,

overly controlling without a reason.Not like we

her out of her thoughts. "None of the wounds were deep enough to require stitches. They should

the bed, intending to pay the bill and leave, so she could get to the bottom of the matter of this attack. He had refused to