Chapter 882

Marcus holstered his gun, deciding to spare the man’s life. After all, with his legs wounded, he would

likely pose no further threat.

Marcus’ gaze shifted to Millie, her appearance disheveled, dust-covered, and with red marks on her

neck. He couldn’t help but feel regretful that he hadn’t arrived sooner to protect her.

Gazing at the wound on Roland’s thigh, Millie expressed her concern.

“Roland, I’ll take you to the hospital.” He was injured because of her.

Roland remained lying there, his eyes appearing distant, almost as if he was disconnected from the

pain. This marked his first encounter with a real gun, and it happened to be in the possession of Millie’s

husband.

Can regular people own a gun?

Upon Roland’s arrival at the hospital, the physician tended to his wound while Millie patiently waited

beyond the confines of the medical chamber. With a frigid implement, the doctor carefully assessed the

wound’s condition. Roland found himself grappling with acute discomfort, his brow beading with

perspiration, yet he remained resolute, suppressing the instinct to vocalize his anguish. With unyielding

determination, he clenched his jaw, weathering the torment in silence.

“Resilient individual, aren’t you? Not a moan escaped your lips, even in the absence of anesthetic,”

remarked the doctor,

Once the process of binding the wound concluded, the doctor offered a commendatory thumbs-up to

Roland.

Casting a glance towards the entrance where Millie stood, Roland proclaimed with a swelling sense of

pride, “It’s but a trifling matter. A mere nibble is akin to an ant’s bite.”

However, bystanders, upon hearing his nonchalant claim and observing his countenance contorted by

agony, could discern his embellishment.

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The doctor gently shook his head, exiting the room with a benevolent smile, as Millie entered to take

his place.

“I must extend my apologies. Your sacrifice in my stead led to your injury,” Millie expressed with

genuine remorse.

Roland, appearing fatigued and worn, bore the effects of being assailed by the venomous insect the

previous night, his body still displaying traces of the encounter, Now, his Limb bore the additional marks

of an incision.

“I assure you, I am well. Adversity is a mere companion on the path of gallant men, Scars, in essence,

are the medals of masculinity.

In the midst of Millie’s rueful gaze, Roland’s demeanor radiated an aura of self-assured pride.

“Though I may not stand in the shadow of your husband’s stature, and despite the presence of those

who hold unfavorable opinions, I refuse to avert my gaze from mortality. Spare yourself the burden of

apology,” Roland declared, a steadfast affirmation of his unwavering commitment, Within Millie, a

discerning sentiment took root, recognizing that Roland had undergone a transformation into a state of

heightened maturity.

Millie had earlier communicated the situation to Hans and Delia. Presently, the duo arrived at the

medical facility.

“Roland, how fares your leg? Will it render you incapacitated? A simple errand for a fish has culminated

in this injury. You nearly sent me into the depths of despair.”

Delia’s entrance was marked by the sight of her son‘s thigh enshrouded in layers of bandages, her

distress manifesting in the cascade of tears that ensued.

Despite Delia’s customary reproach for Roland’s indolence, the prospect of his injury nearly sent her

spiraling into a faint; after all, the journey to conceive him had demanded its toll.