Chapter 330

Chapter 330:

A crowd began to form around her, murmurs rising.

Despite his exasperation with Kyla’s relentless meddling, the sight of her injured invoked a sense of concern in Noah.

He moved back towards Kyla without a second thought.

“Are you okay?” he asked as he approached her.

Kyla’s face was ghostly pale, and blood still trickled from the wound on her forehead.

Weakly, she reached out and clutched Noah’s sleeve, her voice shaking. “Noah… it hurts. Can you take me to the hospital?”

Noah looked down at her pained expression, hesitating.

His gaze then shifted to Averi, who was watching the scene unfold with wide, worried eyes.

“Mr. Wall…” Averi tugged gently at Noah’s sleeve, his voice tinged with concern.

Noah furrowed his brow and, after hesitating briefly, decided to take Kyla to the hospital.

He took out his phone and called Samuel. “Get to KFC right away and take Averi back to the Myrtlewood Estate.”

After a brief pause, Samuel responded, “You’re at KFC right now, Mr. Wall? Should I bring anything?”

“Just hurry over,” Noah replied, ending the call and turning his attention to Averi. “Averi, I need to take her to the hospital. You’ll go home with Samuel later, okay?”

Averi, young but understanding the gravity of the situation, nodded. “Okay. You should hurry.”

When Kyla heard Noah’s plan, joy washed over her.

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She clutched Noah’s arm, whispering, “Noah, thank you.” Noah said nothing in reply.

As the minutes passed, Samuel arrived at KFC.

He spotted Noah and Kyla seated, with Averi standing close by.

“Sorry, Mr. Wall. Traffic held me up,” Samuel apologized as he approached.

“No problem, just take Averi home,” Noah directed, gesturing towards Averi.

Samuel nodded, crouched down by Averi, and asked, “Ready to go?” Averi looked from Noah to Kyla and then followed Samuel out of KFC.

Watching Averi leave stirred a blend of emotions in Noah.

“Noah…” Kyla’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“Let’s go to the hospital,” Noah said, helping Kyla to her feet and guiding her towards the exit.

He assisted her into the car and then climbed in beside her.

The car pulled away, heading for the hospital.

Inside, the air was tense.

Kyla rested against the seat, her complexion pale.

The scent of disinfectant filled the space.

The doctor treated Kyla’s wound with precision, eliciting soft gasps from her.

“All done,” the doctor announced, securing the bandage and removing his gloves. “It’s not a deep wound. Just keep it dry and change the dressing regularly to prevent scarring.”

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