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Chapter 147 Madam Young’s Mishap
With that, I got to my feet. “Thanks for breakfast, but I’ve got to run,” I said.
Whether it was the investment project or the proof of Moore’s betrayal, I was not sure if
this was Idris’s way of showing goodwill. Honestly, it did not matter to me anymore.
“Ouch!” I stood up too fast and collided with a waitress carrying a kettle of hot water. It
sl*pped from her grasp, and the boiling water splashed onto my arm, making me gasp
from the searing pain.
“Are you okay?” Idris was by my side in an instant, rolling up my sleeve to inspect the
burn, his brow furrowed with concern.
His quick concern and the worry etched on his usually composed face caught me off
guard, stirring something unexpected inside me.
I looked away, trying to downplay the burn and eager to leave. I tried to shrug him off, but
as he rolled up my sleeve, I saw the angry red burn spreading across my wrist, sending
waves of stinging pain up
my arm.
Idris’s eyebrows knitted together in a flash as he scooped me up, completely ignoring the
waiter, who was apologizing with a look of sheer panic, and made a beeline for the
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I was still in a fog, not quite catching on, and I squirmed, protesting, “Hey, put me down! I
can walk on my own! What are you doing.
Before I could get all the words out, he had me in front of the sink, cranking on the cold
tap and plunging my burned arm under the chilly stream.
The icy water washed over the burn, easing off some of the searing pain that had me in its
grip.
“Still hurt?” Idris’s voice was a low rumble close to my ear.
I shook my head, feeling a bit awkward that I was still half in his arms, especially with the
restroom traffic giving us curious looks.
I hesitated for a second, then shifted, slipping out from his hold, and muttered a quiet
“Thanks”
He did not say anything, just looked at the burn on my wrist, his brow furrowed deeply.
The burn was red and swollen, with a few ugly blisters popping up.
Thinking he was grossed out, I shut off the water, ready to bolt.
As I went to move, he caught my other wrist and guided me out of the restroom, his deep
voice saying, “I’m taking you to the hospital.”
This Kuy
Was kind of baffling
He got me out of the restaurant and into the car, then dashed back inside. When he came
back, he had
a package in his hand
In the car, he handed it to me right after he hopped in, saying firmly, “Ice this for a bit.
I realized he was giving me an ice pack, paused for a second, then accepted it, murmuring
more thanks
He buckded up, silent, and fired up the engine
Idris led me through the hospital corridors until we found the doctor. It turned out my
injury was not as bad as 1 feared–just a burn with a few blisters. The doctor patched me
up quickly, reminding me to keep it dry and change the bandages regularly.
As we headed out, Idris grabbed a small mountain of medicine: pills and creams for both
my inside and out. Anyone else might have thought I was battling some epic illness.
I glanced at the stash and could not help but feel a bit sheepish. “Do we really need all
that?” I asked. He just nodded, giving my neatly wrapped wrist a quick look and a subtle
nod of approval.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHis face was the picture of calm, and for a second, I was at a loss for words. I decided to
drop it
We were just stepping out of the hospital when I tried to thank him and say goodbye.
“Today“I started, but his phone buzzed to life, cutting me off I fell silent, letting him take
the call.
He pulled out his phone, kept it brief, and answered with a simple, “What’s up, Mr.
Zachary?” I could not catch the response, but I saw the change in Idris–his b*dy tensed,
though his voice stayed even. Okay, I’m on my way,” he said before hanging up.
I could not help but ask, “Is everything okay?” He pocketed his phone, his expression
turning serious. ““”Grandma had a fall from the attic.” I froze. A fall from the attic? The
attic of the Youngs Old Manor
was perched above the western library, a favorite spot for the Youngs kids to catch the
sunrise or sunset, or just to chill with a book. It was high and usually left unsupervised, so
Madam Young rarely ventured up. Why on earth had she gone up there, and how did she
fall?
I hesitated for a moment before voicing my worry, “How’s grandma? Did she get hurt
badly when she
fell?
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