chapter 251

Chapter 251 The Initiator of Trouble Should End It she involuntarily raised her hand to touch her

forehead. Her fingers felt something sticky, and pain came from the wound. She gasped and

trembled.

Melinda anxiously reminded her, "Lucia, you should have it treated immediately, or a scar will be

left.”

Lucia looked up, saw the concern and sincerity in her eyes, and felt warm in her heart. Melinda and

she had just gotten to know each other. Even an acquaintance was concerned about her, but

August...

When she closed her eyes, his indifferent gaze would resurface in her mind. He acted like she was

just an insignificant character. Forget it! She looked at the assistant and whispered, "Melinda, please

help me take care of my work. I'm going to the hospital.” Melinda quickly nodded. "Go ahead.”

Lucia wiped the blood stains with the tissue and dressed her wound in gauze in case of scaring the

passers-by. Only the did she hurry out of the office. When the door was opened, she was startled to

see a figure outside. "You..."

Burton took a half step back, bowed his head, and said, "I'll take you to the hospital.”

Her heart tightened, and her lips parted. Seconds later, she responded, "Okay."

Since Burton was glad to help, she would not mince words. The car ran fast and steadily down the

road. About ten minutes later, they arrived at the gate of the hospital.

She was a little hesitant when she saw the familiar hospital which was the closest one to the office.

Bill was receiving treatment here, and she was afraid of running into her parents. Once they saw her

wound, they would definitely get to the bottom of it. However, the wound on her forehead could

not wait. She had to go in and receive treatment. Burton escorted her to the consulting room and

intended to go in with her.

"Burton, thank you for taking me here. You can go ahead with your business," Lucia said with a

frown. Her attitude was a bit cold and completely different from yesterday when she was talking to

him in the office.

Burton felt it and muttered, "It's Mr. Adams..."

Lucia's head buzzed, and she cut him off. "I'll be fine, thanks a lot. You can go."

Her voice was emotionless and distant. Burton no longer insisted. Instead, he nodded and left.

Not until he went off that Lucia heaved a sigh of relief. At that point, she didn't want to hear

anything about August, nor did she need his so-called help. When August and Martin were echoing

each other just now, her heart was broken.

she was naive to think that August kept her around, helped her, and protected her because he cared

about her. The truth was the opposite. Even when she was bleeding and aggrieved, he would not

pay any attention to her in front of Jeanne or anyone related to her.

She should have seen it through a long time ago. she just had been fooling herself again and again.

She sniffed and went into the consulting room.

The doctor saw the wound on her head and frowned. "Girl, how did you get hurt? A scar may be left

there."

Lucia clasped her cold fingers and flashed a bitter smile. Having a scar was not a big deal. Whenever

she looked at herself in the mirror, it would remind her that she didn't matter in August's mind.

Standing in the corner, Burton was observing the situation inside the room.

He edited a message and reported it to August. Soon, his phone dinged as he received a reply.

"Keep watching till she gets home safely.”

The sender of the message was standing on the sofa. With a faint smile on his face, he looked at

Martin across the desk. The old man had been beating around the bush for a while, but August was

clear that Martin would soon reveal his true intention

"Have some coffee to moisten your throat.” August refilled

Martin's cup, unhurriedly put the pot down, and got to the point,

"Martin, the incident in your company lias given rise to much discussion. Got any plan to deal with

it?"

Martin looked a little surprised. Probably, he hadn't expected August to bring up the matter.

Worries then crept onto his face, and he sighed, "To be honest, I came here today just to..."

Before he could finish his words, August interposed in a loud voice, "Actually, no one can help you

with this. Aren't you clear? The trouble should be ended by the initiator. Whether the Kelly Group

can get through the crisis or not depends on your attitude.” Now Martin found it hard to bring up

his request. He turned livid, fought back his anger, and sighed, "It's not that easy.” "Indeed." August

narrowed his eyes and enunciated, "The day of the incident was the best time for you to act. All that

you needed was to apologize to the public, give a reasonable solution, and promise that such things

would not happen again. You could cut the losses, but it's a bit late now. Whoever helps Kelly Group

at this point will become the new target of public criticism. I believe you're aware of this.”

August laid bare the truth rather than beat around the bush. Sure enough, Martin's face fell. August

had made things clear. Obviously, he was not going to help them

"At this point, you're advised to apologize in public and compensate those workers for their losses.

This is the only solution, although the effects are weaker. Better late than never.” Martin's brows

twitched. Hesitation was written in his eyes. In the end, he had nothing to say. August's attitude was

clear. He was not going to help the Kelly Group. Martin was the only person who could save the day.

Five minutes later, August glanced at the empty sofa and laid his eyes on the steaming coffee. His

face fell little by little, and his eyes gleamed with a cold light. This was no way he would help that

old fox. August hadn't forgotten what Martin had done to his family or that he hurt Lucia today. His

brows furrowed. He swept the cup into the trash can.

In the consulting room of the hospital, Lucia's wound was dressed. Her forehead was now covered

with a layer of sweat. It hurt pretty badly.

"I'll prescribe you a tube of ointment. Use it twice a day when the scab forms.”

Lucia took down the doctor's advice, grabbed the prescription, and went to get the medicine in the

lobby. Maybe because she was injured in the head, she felt dizzy, weak, and sleepy, she got in line,

got her medicine, and headed to the exit when the gentle voice of a man suddenly came.

"Lucia?"

Following the familiar voice, she looked over and saw Paul standing in the distance. He looked

surprised.