The incident that occurred in the square went completely unnoticed by everyone except Abel and Albus!
âWhy did you tackle me? Albus asked. âYou scared me.â
âI was afraid that motorcycle would hit you, Abel replied, clutching his left shoulder in pain.
âWell⦠Thank you!â Albus thanked him, even though the motorcycle was far away from him!
Regardless, Abel had good intentions. He truly cared for his family!
Albus couldnât help but smile.
What is he laughing about? Abel furrowed his brows. Is he finding pleasure in my misfortune by looking at my injuries?Consider yourself lucky!
He gritted his teeth. He couldnât bear it in his heart at the last moment, but there would never be another chance!
They arrived at the clinic to clean and dress the wounds.
The doctor frowned. âHow did this happen? The wound is quite unusual!â
âI got scratched by a stone that flew off a car on the road, Abel explained.
Albus wanted to add something, but Abel kicked him under the chair.
The doctor didnât ask any further questions and gave Abel more than ten stitches after injecting anesthesia.
After going back and forth like this, it was almost 10 am.
âDonât go to work,â Abel said to Albus. âStay in the hospital room and watch over Maxwell. Iâll go pick up. Emma!â
âItâs strange.â Albus scratched his head. I took a leave of absence, so why is the company looking for me? There hasnât been any activity.â
Albus returned to the hospital room to check on Maxwell while Abel drove back to Altney with one hand to pick up Emmeline.
The shoulder injury was not light, but the anesthesia hadnât worn all yet, so there was no pain.
However, blood kept oozing out.
Half of the white shirt sleeve was soon stained red.
After parking the car downstairs in the backyard, Abel ran up the stairs in three steps.
âEmma!â
He saw a small white figure and immediately embraced her in his arms.
Emmeline tightly held onto Abelâs neck, sobbing, âWhere did you go? You made me so worried!â
Abel patted Emmelineâs back and said, âItâs okay. Everything is fine now. Donât worry!â
Emmeline furrowed her delicate eyebrows, raised her fist, and punched Abelâs shoulder. âHow can everything be fine? You almost scared me to death. Do you know that?â
This punch landed right on the wound on Abelâs shoulder.
Abel cried out in pain. The anesthesia had already worn off, and the pain was intense!
Only then did she notice the blood un his arm!
âAbel, youâre injured! What happened?â
âItâs nothing. Abel gritted his teeth, pretending to be nonchalant. Just a careless scrape.â
Emmeline burst into tears and exclaimed, âHow could you be so careless?
âI told you Iâm fine. Donât worry!â Abel reached out and embraced her, sitting down on the couch.
âDid you get into another fight? Emmeline furrowed her brows, tears welling up in her eyes. âA scrape wouldnât be this serious!â
He made up a story on the spot, trying to downplay the situation.
âChange your clothes; weâre going out,â Abel said, casing the situation.
âWhy are we going out? Emmeline pouted, her face filled with resentment. âYou just came back, and now this? You need to rest at home.â
âIâll tell you on the way. Letâs go.â Abel kissed her cheek.
âAlright then. Emmeline wiped away her tears. âLet me help you change first.â
She carefully helped Abel remove his torn shirt and gently wiped away the bloodstains with warm water.
As she wiped, she sobbed, her little face stained with tears.
Abel looked at her delicate face, feeling both pain and mixed emotions.
Next, how should he handle Albus?
He had spared him out of the last bit of mercy, but who would spare Emma?
Emmeline picked our a pair of casual pants and a tâshirt, helping Abel change his clothes.
She also changed into a lightâcolored skirt, and they went downstairs.
Coincidentally, they ran into Alana on the staircase.
âAbel, I saw you came back,â Alana said sweetly, He coldly and briefly responded, âYup.â
âIs Mr. Louise alright? Whoâs taking care of him at the hospital now?â
Emineline was taken aback by the mention of Maxwell. She looked up anxiously at Abel and said, âAbel, my dad-
He quickly embraced her and reassured her. âTrust me, your dad is fine. Heâs much better now,â
She rushed downstairs, wanting to see her father as soon as possible.
Alana stood on the staircase, watching Abel drive away with Emmeline.
Faced with Abelâs affection for Emmeline, the trick where she turned off her phone and her hairpin was left behind appeared like a childish joke.
She felt a sense of frustration, almost wanting to cry.
After some thought, she took out her phone and searched for the number of a woman named Sophia.
The person on the other end answered, pleasantly surprised. âAlana?â