Dean quickly called for the doctor. Soon, the doctor came over with the diagnostics report and an X-ray scan report to explain the patient’s condition to Skyler.
The injury on Shirley’s face was too deep-her four-inch wound extended from the left cheek to the bridge of her nose, for which she received eighteen stitches. Even though the doctor used absorbable sutures on her wound, the injury would still leave a terrifying scar on her face after she made a full recovery.
Skyler felt his mind blanking out upon hearing the doctor’s words. He was simmering in anger and irritation. “She needs a good rest to avoid wound infection. The wound will feel itchy during the recovery, so please make sure that she doesn’t scratch the area,” the doctor reminded Skyler, and Dean was busy translating between the two.
In the end, Skyler asked that everyone leave the room. He took a chair and sat by the bed, staring at the sleeping Shirley with an aching. heart. He took her hand, his fingertips. caressing the pale and smooth skin. Her fingers were cool to the touch, and he enjoyed holding them, but it also pained him.
He regretted bringing Shirley to the hidden clan. Had it not been for his selfishness, she would not have ended up in this situation. Knowing how much she cared about her looks, this outcome had to be difficult for her to stomach.
Suddenly, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He checked the caller and noticed that it was Matthew. After arriving by the Roch River, Matthew requested help to get him a phone. Boy, was he fast.
“Matt?” “How’s Shirley?” He was concerned about her condition. Skyler’s eyes wandered to the sight of the weak Shirley on the bed, and he frowned with pain in his eyes. “She…” He started choking after that. “She’s disfigured.”
“Disfigured? Who did that?’ Matthew was. puzzled. “Veronica arranged for Shir to stand guard by Crayson, but he injured her as he escaped.” While speaking, Skyler could not hold back hist rage and raised his voice. ‘How could that old man hurt the face of a young lady? She took eighteen stitches for that four-inch wound!” He gritted his teeth, and his eyes gleamed with resentment as though he would only feel. satisfied after killing Crayson.
“I’ll come over now.” Matthew offered his company. A short silence later, he hung up because he had nothing more to say. At that time, Veronica had left her patient room. She was fully awake and hooked to an IV drip. Lying in bed, she asked Matthew, “What’s wrong?”
Sitting on a chair beside her, he held her hand with a frown on his face. “Master Crayson injured Shirley on the face. It’s a four-inch wound, and she received eighteen stitches.”
“What?” She rose from her bed but promptly drew a sharp breath out of pain. “Ouch…” “Lie down.” Matthew felt sorry when he saw her grimacing. ‘You’re quite something, aren’t you? You still came to save me even when you had a broken rib and injuries all over your body.”
Although he was gently reprimanding her, he felt extremely sorry for her. He wondered how much willpower one would need to be like Veronica since she drove a car from the top to the foot of the mountain despite the pain from her injuries. He could not picture the regrets he would have to suffer if she had passed away.
When Matthew learned how she had come to his rescue, he wanted to lecture her harshly but did not do so out of care. ‘Let’s not talk about me. Shirley needs us.’ She took his hand. “Help me up. I’ll join you.”
