Concurrently, Winston, with Alessandra’s help, reached her place.

“Winston, take a seat.

I’ll fetch the first-aid kit.

“Alright.

Winston lingered in the living room.

Shortly, Alessandra hastened down from the upstairs room, medical kit in hand.

She meticulously dipped a cotton swab in iodine, gently cleansing his arm wounds.

“Is it painful?”

Tenderly blowing on the abrasions, Alessandra raised her eyes to Winston, filled with worry.

“Does it still hurt?”

“Not at all.

Don’t fret,” Winston reassured, smiling.

“How can I not be concerned?”

Alessandra’s expression was a mix of worry and sadness.

“I feel so helpless, from start to finish, you were injured defending me.

true at

You’re far from useless.

my sister

“Ignore Dotson’s comments.

opinion doesn’t represent how

“But…”

her head bowed, Alessandra spoke with a hint of

didn’t stand up for you

observed your

think I’m of no

“No, she won’t.

reached out his uninjured

see you as useless, I

lifted her head, tears pooling in

happened today,

hadn’t insisted on going out earlier, Miss Moore wouldn’t have given you time

just kept quiet, none

Winston’s voice remained gentle.

not your

No one blames you.

take

“No.

up at him with

should stay here and help Miss

the villa and

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