NovelEnglishAnd just like that, by a twist of fate, Dalton ended up saving Winston.
That was how the two of them met.
+8 Pearls Dalton and the bodyguards had brought Winston-clearly unstable, covered in bruises and injuries-out of the forest and taken him to the hospital.
At the hospital, the doctors and nurses had asked Winston for his parents' phone numbers, but he stayed silent.
He just kept his eyes down, looking completely lifeless; his gaze was vacant and unfocused.
Dalton couldn't help feeling bad for him, so he asked the doctors to treat Winston first and worry about contacting his parents later.
There had been no way to count all the scrapes, cuts, and bruises on Winston; his skin was so pale, the injuries stood out even more painfully.
Even though he didn't want to talk about his parents, at least he hadn't resisted treatment.
Dalton had stayed by his side the whole time, even though he was just a kid himself.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe bodyguards had tried to persuade him to go home; his parents had even called to urge him back, but he didn't want to leave the hospital.
Since he'd already decided to help Winston, he wasn't about to stop halfway; he wouldn't feel right until Winston got hsafely.
After scareful treatment from the doctors and nurses, most of Winston's wounds had been taken care of.
But somehow, he looked even worse than before.
He was wrapped head to toe in gauze and bandages, with traces of medicine still on his skin; if someone didn't know better, they'd think he'd been through something far more serious.
Luckily, after the examination, the doctor had confirmed there were no internal injuries.
Everything was superficial; it only looked bad.
Once they left the hospital, Dalton had wanted to personally take Winston homé.
But Winston had refused.
The boy seemed resistant to the idea of going home-he clearly didn't want to.
He looked like a hollow doll with no soul, wandering aimlessly through the streets.
"You don't want to go home?" Dalton couldn't help walking over and asking softly.
Winston didn't want to go back, but Dalton couldn't just leave him out there on the street.
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The boy remained silent; there was no light in his eyes, just empty darkness and bloodshot veins.
Dalton saw he wasn't going to answer, so he didn't press him any further.
He stayed quietly by Winston's side, keeping him company in silence.
Later, Winston began walking-aimlessly, without direction-just moving forward down the street.
Dalton had no choice but to follow him.
The bodyguards told him to leave Winston alone; they said the kid looked unhinged and that patching him up was more than enough.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut Dalton didn't listen.
He was their employer, after all; he had every right to tell them to shut up.
He followed Winston into a park.
Winston walked up to a fountain and sat down, staring into space.
More accurately, he wasn't just spacing out-it was a kind of dead, hollow daze.
Dalton walked over and sat beside him; at that moment, he was om unusually patient, his tone careful and gentle. "If you can... would you tellwhat happened to you today? Maybe... I can help."
The boy still kept his head down, as if lost in his own world, shutting out worl everything around him. Dalton didn't take it personally. On the contrary- He felt a strange, bitter ache in his chest.
He felt sorry for him.
And then-
Dalton noticed Winston's shoulders trembling ever so slightly. Heoduldn't help leaning down to get a better look at his face. The moment he saw it, he froze.
Winston was crying.
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