Chapter 925: Chapter 925

Chapter 925:

Allison’s emotions were in turmoil. On one hand, she felt relief that her mother was still alive. On the other, it was clear her mother was in danger. “No one will hurt you anymore,” she said firmly. “Just focus on getting better.”

“Thank you…” Lilian whispered weakly.

Then Allison and Kellan left the room, leaving Lilian to rest quietly.

As they walked out, Allison’s thoughts were a jumbled mess. After a while, she noticed Kellan’s face had gone pale, and his lips were losing their color.

“What’s wrong?” Allison asked, her first thought going to the syringe.

“Don’t worry,” Kellan replied softly. “The wound on my back reopened. It’s nothing major. I’ll put some medicine on it later.”

Allison quickly moved to stand behind him.

Blood had soaked through the bandages and stained his shirt. The sight of the deep wound made Allison gasp without thinking.

“Come on,” she said, her voice calm but urgent. “We need to clean this up. You must have strained it earlier.”

She found a staff member who pointed them toward a medical room.

“Take off your shirt,” she instructed. “This might sting a bit.”

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“It’s fine,” Kellan said, nodding. “Go ahead.”

As Kellan removed his blood-soaked shirt and bandages, his back wound became visible, still bleeding.

“Don’t move,” Allison said firmly. “I’ll clean it first and put a new bandage on.”

“Alright,” Kellan replied, glancing down at her. “I won’t move.”

Allison carefully cleaned the wound, her hands steady despite the ache in her heart. The injury was clearly serious, but Kellan bore it in silence, not complaining.

“If it hurts, you can let me know,” Allison said, softly applying the medicinal powder. The cold disinfectant contrasted sharply with the heat coming from the wound.

From where he lay, Kellan could see Allison’s long eyelashes as she worked, her focused expression drawing him in. He couldn’t help but cling to this fleeting peace.

“All right, let’s get you bandaged up,” Allison said, reaching for the gauze.

She tried to wrap it around Kellan, but his posture made the task difficult. She shot him a sharp glare. “You need to let go of my waist, or I can’t treat the wound properly.”

“Then don’t treat it,” Kellan replied with a teasing grin, clearly enjoying himself.

“Oh, really?” Allison pinched his side.

“Ow!” Kellan straightened instinctively, his movement pulling at the wound on his side. A quiet groan escaped him. “Allison.”

“Calling my name won’t fix anything,” she quipped, her lips curving into a teasing smirk. “Are you ready to behave now?”

Without waiting for his reply, she grabbed the bandage and began wrapping it around him, her focus unwavering. Her hands moved with the precision of someone well-practiced, yet her mind couldn’t help but notice the details of his physique. The defined planes of his chest, firm yet smooth, and the sculpted lines leading toward his hips caught her attention.

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