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.

not true

You’re far from useless.

sister

“Ignore Dotson’s comments.

represent how

“But…”

Alessandra spoke with

didn’t stand up for

your

think I’m

“No, she won’t.

his uninjured hand and gently

never see you

head, tears

whatever happened today, it’s

going out earlier, Miss Moore

quiet, none of this

Winston’s voice remained gentle.

your

No one blames you.

take

“No.

up at him with

here and help

villa and promise not to

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