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.

my sister Winston

“Ignore Dotson’s comments.

represent how others

“But…”

Alessandra spoke with a

didn’t stand up for you

just observed your confrontation

too, think I’m

“No, she won’t.

out his uninjured hand and

never see you as useless, I

her head, tears pooling in her innocent

today, it’s all

on going out earlier, Miss Moore wouldn’t

kept quiet,

Winston’s voice remained gentle.

your

No one blames you.

take

“No.

onto Winston’s hand, Alessandra looked up at him with a

stay here and help Miss

in the villa and promise not to

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