Chapter 1779

Flossie cast her gaze downward, furrowing her brows as she contemplated his words.

Capitalizing on the moment, Colin suggested, “Why not stay at my place for the time being?”

A flicker of uncertainty crossed Flossie’s expression.

Before she could decline, Colin pressed on, “Don’t fret.

I rarely stay there myself.

I won’t intrude on your privacy.

”

Persuaded by his reasoning, Flossie relented.

Fatigue weighing heavily upon her, she simply longed for a place to rest and recuperate.

Colin’s home indeed provided much greater safety than the hotel.

In the hospital, Matthew’s injury appeared relatively minor.

After receiving medical attention and having his wound dressed, he instructed Neville, “You needn’t watch over me.

To confirm whether Benny survived.

”

Neville brushed off the request.

“Is that necessary? He took bullets to the chest and was barely clinging to life earlier.

It’s unlikely he survived.

”

Matthew’s gaze darkened.

A realization dawned on Neville: Matthew himself had been shot in the chest at the wedding, yet he managed to pull through.

Without protesting further, Neville declared earnestly, “I’ll go.

I’ll return after confirming Benny’s demise.

”

Before Neville could depart, Stella entered the room.

Upon spotting the bandage on Matthew’s arm, tears immediately brimmed in Stella’s eyes.

Matthew instinctively moved to cover it, but Stella intervened, halting his motion.

Fixing her gaze on Matthew, she furrowed her brow and queried unhappily, “What happened between you and Benny? How did you get injured again? Are there any other wounds?”

With a determined expression, she began unbuttoning his shirt, intending to inspect for further injuries.

Neville coughed discreetly, reminding her of his presence.

Stella paused, turning to regard Neville.

Awkwardly, Neville offered a strained smile and announced, “I’ll attend to some unfinished tasks.

I won’t disturb you two.

”

With that, he promptly exited the room.

Once more, the ward’s door was sealed shut.

Without delay, Matthew ushered Stella to a seat and relayed the recent events.

“Benny sustained graver injuries.

He’s been shot multiple times in his arms and chest.

Survival seems unlikely.

”

Stella paused in astonishment, comprehending his precise intention.

Her concern evident, she exclaimed in disbelief, “You employed yourself as a lure to draw out Benny.

Were you intending to risk your life?”

“I was fully prepared.

Besides, I’m well now,” Matthew asserted with a grin.