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.

coughed disapprovingly. The doctor, being a smart man, shrugged and stopped talking. Instead, he instructed the nurse to prepare the instruments needed for

operation.

a disposable needle. He stood in front of me, asking me to open

at the base of my tongue.

IV drip on my hand. Colin was sitting beside me, holding

intimate encounters with hospital beds than in the

like I encountered more

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my involvement with the Whites, I

unpredictable. Now, it

nice and strong, holding me firmly but without causing me pain. But it was

but I suddenly remembered the post he shared a few days ago. It was the same intertwined fingers, but

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

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

tenderly, but his words weren’t very pleasant. “The doctor said no sudden movements, and you can only eat liquid food with

Are they serious?” I tried to raise my voice, but it came out small and hoarse. Every word I

not too serious, but it’s likely that because the base of your tongue is injured. You might not be able to speak clearly in

still write. You’re an artist, after