Chapter 14 The Bet of a Slap

“Ouch!” Daphne let out a soft scream as the nurse was disinfecting her wound.

William immediately approached and asked, “How was it?”

“It’s just a scratch, I’m fine,” Daphne replied.

She then showed concern for him. “Mr. Middleton, how about your shoulder? Does it hurt? You should really get it checked by a doctor.”

William had injured his shoulder while shielding Daphne from being hit by the boat’s edge.

“It’s fine,” William said indifferently.

He carefully instructed upon seeing Daphne’s palm, “Avoid getting the wound wet before it heals to

prevent infection. I’ll arrange for a caretaker to look after you.”

“I’m capable of taking care of myself. You shouldn’t always treat me like a child who knows nothing.” Daphne said.

As Emelie watched their intimate interaction, her growing exhaustion and disillusionment finally crashed

over her like a wave, leaving her submerged in resignation.

Everything she had done was pointless.

Emelie silently shifted her injured leg off the bed and attempted to stand, the sharp pain shooting from

her foot to her heart.

hadn’t shown

scrape, even getting

and decided she couldn’t bear it any

confrontation.

stick to

want to

isn’t

claim of “lying isn’t in my nature implied she stood

to frame Emelie.

understood the meaning

pressed further, “Did you

your own eyes?”

was the first to grow impatient. “How many times

Ms. Hoven is merely seeking confirmation from me, and

The

this incident. I failed to alert her, and she Interacted with the

fault here,” William said,

and

lied,

fully grasping Emelie’s Intent until she proposed, “How about

her words that were causing

palpable. “Have you had enough? Do you

her gaze at Daphne. “Afraid to bet? Weren’t you

was filled with

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