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 at

You’re far from useless.

sister Winston

“Ignore Dotson’s comments.

opinion doesn’t represent how others

“But…”

Alessandra spoke

didn’t stand up for

just observed your confrontation with

too, think I’m of

“No, she won’t.

uninjured hand

Moore will never see you

her head, tears pooling in

happened today, it’s

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

quiet, none of this would

Winston’s voice remained gentle.

your fault,

No one blames you.

I’ll take

“No.

Alessandra looked up

should stay here

the villa and promise not to

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