Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

Chapter 259

When we reached the hospital, Colin carried the bloodied me and rushed down the corridor. People passing by avoided us, speculating behind our backs about what had happened. They wondered how a young woman like me ended up covered in blood.

Colin glared at them, his icy demeanor shutting up their mouths. They did not dare say

another word.

No one wanted any trouble just for some gossip.

The doctor on duty in the emergency room was a man in his 30s. He asked me to open my mouth. When he saw the wound, he sucked in a cold breath. I didn’t know if it was my imagination, but there was admiration in his eyes as he looked at me.

He calmly tried to stop the bleeding. But when the cotton touched my wound, a sharp pain shot through my brain. I was dizzy just a moment ago, but my head suddenly cleared.

The doctor said the wound was slightly deep and needed stitches. He said that I had sharp

teeth and a fierce determination to have inflicted such harm upon myself.

How could I tell him that at that moment, I would rather die than lose my innocence?

Besides, it took a lot of courage to bite my tongue to death! If it weren’t for the desperate situation where death was the only option, who would do such a thing? Nobody was that

stupid.

man, shrugged and stopped talking. Instead, he instructed the nurse

operation.

figure in a white coat holding a disposable needle. He stood

the base of my

found myself lying in a hospital bed with an IV drip on my hand. Colin was sitting

recent years, I had more intimate encounters with hospital beds than in

like

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the Whites, I was constantly facing

unpredictable. Now, it seemed

without causing me pain. But it was enough to prevent

was the same intertwined fingers, but a few roses were missing from the

had been sitting quietly, heard my laughter and turned to look at me.

tugged at the stitched wound, causing me immense pain. I broke out in a cold

pleasant. “The doctor said no sudden movements, and you can only eat liquid food with a straw for now. Otherwise, it’ll affect the

complications? Are they serious?” I tried to raise my voice, but it came out small and hoarse. Every word I uttered sent a clear pain signal

looked serious. “They’re not too serious, but it’s likely that because the base of your tongue is injured. You might not be able to

can’t speak, you can still write. You’re an artist, after all. There’s