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 her any concern.

even getting assigned someone to take care

she couldn’t bear

confrontation.

to stick to your story,

respected you and want to support you. However, given the

isn’t

in my nature implied she stood

to frame Emelie.

meaning

direct answer, so she pressed further, “Did you really see me touch

your own eyes?”

was the first to grow impatient. “How many times do

calm down. Ms. Hoven is merely

The Bet

she Interacted with the rope, so

at fault here,” William said, furrowing his

interjection and focused on Daphne’s

proving you lied,

grasping Emelie’s Intent until

it was her

“Have you had enough? Do you want to escalate the situation

bet? Weren’t you confident

was rising in the room while it was filled

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