Who dares to insult her like this?!
Fiona Vaughn angrily ripped the thin sheet above her head, only to find it was an unfilled check.
Her pupils contracted slightly, and her expression was one of utter disbelief.
What did Adrian Law an by this?
She wanted to catch up and ask him, but Wyatt Law smiled courteously, only his expression was cold, and disdain almost overflowed from his eyes.
"Miss Vaughn, this is a check our young master made out to you. There’s no amount on it. For the dical expenses for you and Chloe Alden, as long as the hospital can issue valid receipts, feel free to accumulate them on this check."
"Our young master won’t hesitate to pay this small amount of money to fully cover your dical costs without missing a cent!"
Why did these words sound so familiar?!
Fiona Vaughn’s stunning face suddenly changed color, almost twisting with rage!
"You, you all—"
How dare they use money to insult her!
Only soone as foolish as Chloe Alden would use money to humiliate people like this. Who would have thought that dignified, noble-looking man would repay her in kind!
The injuries on her and Chloe Alden were not severe and wouldn’t have cost much at the hospital, but the psychological trauma absolutely couldn’t be erased by this small amount of money!
Chloe Alden was so scared she even wet herself!
How severe must the ntal harm be to make an adult break down like that!
...
Wyatt Law’s smile didn’t reach his eyes, and he nodded politely to Fiona Vaughn.
"Miss Vaughn, forgive us for not seeing you off. Our young master has shown his sincerity, and it’s up to you whether or not to accept it."
With that, Wyatt Law boarded the Humvee and drove away.
The once-mighty Humvee convoy quickly disappeared down the long street.
Fiona Vaughn was so angry her face contorted. Her face was livid as she ground her high heel into the unfilled check, crushing it to dust!
Today’s humiliation, she must avenge!
If it weren’t for Cecilia Vaughn, today’s calamity would never have happened!
Soday, she must kill that little brat Cecilia Vaughn!
No, killing her wouldn’t be enough; she wanted her to live a life worse than death!
...
Since Cecilia Vaughn only suffered superficial wounds, despite the bloody appearance, she wasn’t injured to the bone. Adrian Law decided not to go to Prescott Hospital but had the driver speed directly toward Starfall Bay.
Throughout the journey, Cecilia was still sowhat dazed, and seeing her like this made Adrian’s heart ache like being pricked by a needle.
His large hand stroked the girl’s face.
"Cecilia, don’t be afraid, I’m by your side..."
"Adrian..."
Cecilia Vaughn blinked dazedly, her long eyelashes brushing against Adrian Law’s palm like little brushes, causing a slight tickle.
She couldn’t comprehend what was happening; ever since she saw Chloe Alden’s pink Maserati about to crash into her, her heart had been pounding wildly, like a small boat in a storm, adrift in the chaos.
Various shattered lights and shadows ca rushing at her, as if from a long-buried mory corner, where her young figure had been knocked over by a car amidst panicked shouts all around.
Blood dripped unceasingly, it hurt so much.
The hallucination and reality overlapped, causing her to lose reason and forget to stay alert.
Sowhat bewildered, Cecilia leaned into the man’s arms and struggled to speak with the little strength she had.
"Adrian... I’m fine..."
...
The man tenderly drew Cecilia Vaughn close and quickly commanded the driver with a firm tone.
"Drive faster."
"Yes, young master."
The bodyguards driving the car had never seen the young master so concerned about anyone!
They were all trained professionals, including Adrian Law himself; such minor injuries wouldn’t typically warrant concern.
But the person injured was the Young Madam!
This made it an entirely different matter!
...
In less than ten minutes, the Humvee maneuvered nimbly through the traffic, directly reaching Starfall Bay.
Adrian Law pressed his lips tightly, a glimr of anxious light passing through his deep eyes, as he gently carried Cecilia Vaughn from the community entrance directly to their residential area.
Many onlookers glanced their way, and Cecilia, regaining so awareness, shyly buried her head in Adrian’s embrace.
Her knee was scraped, but it didn’t an she couldn’t walk!
Seeing her still so coquettish, Adrian couldn’t help but feel a little helpless, yet inexplicably heartbroken.
"Be good, Cecilia, it won’t hurt soon,"
Despite her pale complexion, Cecilia was basically just scared and was physically okay. She forced a slight smile, not wanting Adrian to worry.
"Adrian, I’m fine."
The man’s gaze darkened.
Perhaps in Cecilia’s heart, such small injuries weren’t worth the concern?
But to him, even if she hurt just a strand of hair, it would matter imnsely.
...
Opening the door, Adrian Law carefully avoided Cecilia’s wounds, quickly fetching a dical kit from the storage cabinet.
"Cecilia, there’s gravel in your knee and palm, I need to remove it before applying ointnt."
"Okay."
After his words fell, Adrian opened Cecilia’s palm and gently applied the prepared ointnt to her wounds.
Cecilia’s palm wasn’t too bad; the wound was small and easy to treat. But her knee, grazed by the sidewalk, was not as fortunate.
The knee had a large skin tear, surrounded by bruises, looking particularly grueso.
"It’s a bit serious, Cecilia, but if it hurts, try to bear with it."
"Mm, just do it as you think best."
Adrian’s expression beca somber. To better apply the ointnt, he picked up a cotton swab dipped in it, kneeling on one knee.
His devout and focused posture seed less like administering dicine and more like worshiping a deity.
Cecilia was stunned by Adrian’s actions; it was often said that n don’t kneel easily, yet here was Adrian, caring for her injuries without hesitation.
When he knelt before her, his movents were fluid and elegant, without the slightest awkwardness.
This man...
Cecilia’s eyes suddenly stung, her lips trembled, ready to speak.
Suddenly, a sharp pain made her frown instinctively, letting out a soft cry.
"Ouch, Adrian, it hurts a bit, be gentler..."
The coquettish tone surprised even Cecilia herself.
She wasn’t sure why, but during her ti in prison, she’d never have cared about such small injuries.
Yet seeing Adrian’s devoted deanor, knowing soone cared about her this much, made her heart inexplicably soft like water.
The shell of strength she once cocooned herself in had long since crumbled before this man.
...
Adrian’s eyes grew dark; he cast a fleeting glance at Cecilia, surprisingly not comforting her like usual, instead speaking with a cold tone.
"It’s good you know it hurts; otherwise, you won’t learn. Next ti a car cos your way, will you dodge or not?"
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