Chapter 377
The silky fabric had stuck to the wound, and the blood had dried
- up.
With trembling hands, Ian tried twice but failed to remove the shirt completely. However, the bloody whip wounds were already visible.
“Oh my God! Who did this? They were way too ruthless!”
Ian was brought up by an illegal organization. The rules were strict, and it was common for those not proficient enough to be beaten to death. Still, Ian had managed to avoid it most of the time.
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Yet, Elijah was different. He was a pampered heir from a prominent family, so how could he sustain such severe injuries?
Elijah, in a weak voice, interrupted his astonishment, “Don’t shout. Close the doors and windows, then draw the curtains. If the shirt won’t come off, use a hot towel and press on it for a while.”
“Alright, alright.” Ian quickly followed the instructions, grabbing a hot towel from the bathroom. With a hint of reluctance, he said, “Mr. Freeman, the hot compress might sting a bit. Please bear with it.”
The hot towel pressed against the wounds, and it felt like a sharp pain similar to needle pricks and burning. Elijah shivered at the pain, cold sweats forming all over, and his hands tightly clutched the pillow, warping its shape.
Ian, though not accustomed to getting beaten often, had experience in assisting with medications. He retrieved an anti–inflammatory pill from the first aid kit and placed it in Elijah’s mouth. Then, he brought a basin of clean water, beginning to clean the bloodstains on his back.
The original bandages were soiled and needed removal.
“Mr. Freeman, who dared to attack you with your status? Except for Ms. Sheena…
He widened his eyes and whispered, “Could it really be Ms. Sheena?”
Dizzy and exhausted, Elijah buried his face in the blanket, ignoring him.
Ian thought for a moment but found it off, mumbling, “It probably wasn’t Ms. Sheena. You wouldn’t need me to handle your wounds quietly if it were her.”
“Stop guessing and hurry up. I need to cook before Sheena comes back.”
In this condition, it was torturous for Elijah to even walk normally, especially with the painful wound on his lower back. Yet, he still wanted to get up and prepare dinner for Sheena.
Ian felt sorry for him and sighed. To prevent Sheena and other bodyguards from noticing the torn shirt, Ian decided to stash it under the bed.
Alcohol disinfection would be too painful, so he opted for the gentler iodine.
Ian took a cotton swab and carefully applied the medicine, taking a considerable amount of time to complete the task.
Originally, only the burns in the middle of his back were bandaged, but now,
from his back to his waist, there was an additional layer of bandages due to the whip wounds.
Elijah insisted on getting out of bed, and Ian had no choice but to give him an antibiotic injection.
Half an hour later, Sheena returned to the mansion with the lively Gabrielle.
Gabrielle looked around the entire mansion, clinging to Sheena’s arm, and said with a playful tone, “Not bad! I didn’t expect the environment in this little mansion to be so good. I really hit the jackpot with this trip! Let me stay here for a few more days!”
Sheena remained unmoved, her tone stern as she reminded Gabrielle, “As agreed, you’re only staying for three days. I’ll have the bodyguards send you to the airport back to Svelton then.”
Gabrielle pouted and whined, “Nana, you’re so heartless.”
Sheena’s tone softened, saying, “Don’t be naughty. You can’t let situations like the bar incident today repeat itself. Since you want to stay here for a few days, you must behave and stay out of trouble. Do you understand?”
“I got it!”
The two of them entered the mansion, laughing and joking.
As soon as they opened the door, Sheena smelled the delicious aroma of food wafting toward her, and she glanced at the kitchen.
She told him to rest, so why was he up and cooking?
Elijah coincidentally heard the commotion and came out of the kitchen.
Sheena noticed that he had changed into a deep black silk shirt, with the top two
buttons of the collar slightly loose, revealing his clavicle. It seemed like he had also washed his hair, which was still somewhat damp. Paired with his exquisite and handsome facial features, he exuded an alluring charm.
Moreover, his condition and complexion seemed much better.
“Why aren’t you wearing a jacket? Did you take the cold medicine?”
Although her tone remained as cool as ever, the fact that she immediately asked about his well–being upon her return made Elijah’s heart feel warm.
“You said you would check the injuries when you returned, so I didn’t wear one.”
