The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 672:

“Hang in there.”

Jules, who had been about to boast, winced as the antiseptic made contact with his wound. A sharp gasp escaped his lips.

“Damn, Grandpa really didn’t hold back!”

Without a word, Corrine continued her work, focused on cleaning the injuries. The antiseptic seeped into the gashes, and Jules’ forehead tightened with the effort of holding back the pain. He glanced at Corrine and, with a hint of curiosity, asked, “Aren’t you even the slightest bit curious?”

“Stop moving,” she replied, her tone icy.

Jules complied, sitting up straighter and leaning against the chair’s backrest to make it easier for her to tend to him. Her motions were swift, efficient—almost mechanical—as though she had repeated this process countless times before.

“You’ve really only accepted a little favor from Nate?” she asked, her gaze flickering to the angry marks on his back, her frown deepening as she continued working.

rebellious, a force that refused to be tamed. To curb his unruliness,

had lost his temper that day, delivering one of the harshest punishments Jules had ever faced. He had lashed Jules’ back without mercy. Jules had clenched his teeth, not uttering a sound, even though the pain must have been unbearable. He insisted he had

to run into Jayden. It was the first time she had seen her usually composed uncle show any softness. Jayden had sighed deeply and said, “Don’t be fooled by Carl’s tough exterior. He

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the wounds on Jules now, it was

about Jules accepting Nate’s research team, it seemed like an overreaction from Carl,

I would never betray you!” Jules suddenly sat up, locking

the eye

pressed

it strange. Why would Grandpa be so enraged

I’m wondering,” Jules

dead-set against

eyebrow, her expression calm as she glanced

“And?”