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.

stopped talking. Instead, he instructed the nurse

operation.

the corners of my eyes, I saw a tall figure in a white coat holding a disposable needle. He stood in front of me, asking me to open

of my tongue. After that,

with an IV drip on my hand. Colin was sitting

with hospital beds than in the first 18

adult, it seemed like I encountered more troubles and dangers,

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involvement with the Whites, I

Whites was truly unpredictable. Now, it seemed that the bad outweighed the

causing me pain. But

ago. It was the same intertwined fingers, but

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

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

you can only eat liquid food with

to raise my voice, but it came out small and hoarse. Every word I uttered sent a clear pain

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

speak, you can still write. You’re an artist,