"I’m sorry, it’s all my fault..." Sophie felt very guilty, the whole situation was caused by her. If only she hadn’t shown up today, Nathan Land wouldn’t have lost his temper and taken it out on Asher Land, causing him to suffer so many lashes.
Their family rushed from Europe to reunite, yet it was also because of her that it ended in disharmony. How absurd.
She had beco such a big sinner.
After sending away Nathan and his entourage, Nanny Garcia hurried back to the master bedroom. Seeing the state Asher was in, she couldn’t help but be anxious, and quickly took out her phone to call Asher’s private doctor.
"Can you still stand up?" Kneeling like this wasn’t a solution.
Unlike Sophie’s worries, Asher was feeling annoyed. He had let her see him in such a disgraceful state; damn it, can he still maintain his authority in front of her?
Sophie thought Asher was truly suffering, his mind dulled, she had said so much but he hadn’t responded. Could it be that he was senseless from the whip lashes?
"Asher, how many is this?" She tentatively held up two fingers.
Asher glared at her irritably, then used all his strength to stand up from the ground.
With Sophie’s support, he walked toward the bed, but because the injuries were all on his back, he couldn’t lie down, so he lay face down on the bed.
Holding a pillow, his expression was sowhat contorted.
Honestly, it was the first ti Sophie had seen Asher like this.
Turns out Asher wasn’t invincible; he didn’t have an indestructible body. He was just an ordinary person, flesh and blood, and suffering a few lashes could still cause sheer agony, just nobody had dared to give him any before.
Thinking of this, she curved her lips slightly.
"Why are you smiling?" Asher shot her a sharp look.
"Do I, am I?" She pursed her lips tightly, pretending to look innocent.
"I’m sorry." She reiterated once more; there seed to be the sound of a car starting outside, Sophie knew it was the group who ca to celebrate Asher’s birthday leaving.
Sophie felt she had let Asher down. It seed because of her, he had a feeling of being betrayed by everyone.
He was truly pitiful; he didn’t even have family accompanying him on his birthday.
"What’s there to be sorry for?" He snorted coldly, the so-called family might as well stay far away!
She wanted to say sothing more, but he impatiently turned his head away, in sum, he just didn’t want her to see him in such a sorry state.
About thirty minutes later, Doctor Lewis hurried over, and seeing Asher’s shocking back, he was frightened too.
Looking across Eastern City, who dared to bring Asher to this state?
Asher urgently needed his wounds treated, and when he took off his clothes, Sophie instinctively turned her head aside.
The wounds, each deeper than the last, his back no longer had any intact skin, as blood flowed down, soaking the white sheets.
She couldn’t empathize with his pain; she counted the wounds on his body, a total of twelve marks.
He suffered twelve lashes from his ruthless father.
While Doctor Lewis was treating and disinfecting his wounds, his hand clenched the bedsheet tightly, showing he was enduring it.
Sophie silently walked over to his side, squatted down, and held his hand.
Asher looked at her incredulously, after a long while, the corners of his mouth curved into a nice smile.
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