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Wendy appeared shortly after.
She had drunk quite a bit the night before and was still nursing a headache. Wearing a slip dress, she came rushing down the stairs.
Like Stella, she dropped to her knees in front of Henry. The sight of blood spreading across the floor made her instinctively look around for the other person. The moment she saw Chase, she froze for a second–then shouted at him to call an ambulance.
“It wasn’t me.” Chase called the ambulance and crouched down, ready to give Henry some basic emergency aid.
Even if this was Henry’s stunt, Chase was a doctor. He couldn’t just watch someone bleed out.
He was about to begin when Wendy smacked his hand away.
“What are you doing!” she yelled. “Chase, I can’t believe you’d do something like this!”
“What kind of person do you think I am?”
Chase stayed kneeling where he was, staring at her quietly. Deep down, he wanted to know just how she really saw him.
“We were together for five years. Did I ever hurt anyone? I know you love Henry. I even made room for him and agreed to a divorce. Do you honestly believe I’d harm him?”
“Divorce? What divorce?” Wendy latched onto that word immediately. “You’re divorcing me because of Henry? And you say you’re not jealous?!”
Chase shook his head, exasperated. They already had the divorce certificate. What was the point of arguing now?
“He’s about to go into hypovolemic shock. I need to stop the bleeding now or he won’t make it until the ambulance arrives.”
“No!” Stella was the first to object. “Sis, don’t let him touch Henry! He’s ruthless–he’ll never save him!”
The two sisters fumbled to apply pressure to Henry’s wound, but it only made the bleeding worse. Chase lost his patience and pushed them aside. He grabbed a blanket off the couch and. tied it around Henry’s abdomen. The bleeding slowed significantly–enough to hold out until help arrived.
Covered in blood, all three of them watched as the EMTs carried Henry out. Stella pointed at Chase and swore she’d press charges.
Wendy didn’t say a word. She stayed right next to Henry.
This was what Henry meant when he said he wouldn’t let Chase leave any trace behind in
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It was an effective strategy. If Wendy thought Chase was a cold–blooded man, she’d never value the five years they spent together,
Blood was smeared across the floor. When the housekeeper woke up, she gasped and rushed over, thinking Chase had been injured. She reached for the first aid kit.
Chase waved her off and headed upstairs to wash the blood away.
All the noise had woken Mandy as well.
“You’re really not hurt?” she asked. From her room, she’d seen what happened. She hadn’t seen Henry hurt himself, but she refused to believe Chase was capable of something like this.
He was too kindhearted. If he were truly dangerous, he would’ve had Wendy in the palm of his hand long ago–not filing for divorce the moment Henry returned.
Chase shook his head and casually threw on a coat.
“I knew that Harrison boy wasn’t fit for the spotlight.” Mandy, still in her nightgown and draped in a shawl, watched the housekeeper mop up the blood downstairs.
“I didn’t want them together back then either. I could tell Henry had a bad heart. That’s why I put my foot down. Never thought it’d come to this. Poor you–five years, just gone.”
“We’re divorced. Whatever trouble he causes now has nothing to do with me.”
“You don’t understand how business people think,” Mandy said, her tone serious. “You and Wendy are no longer married. No one’s protecting you now. If the Harrison family tries to pursue legal action, it could turn into a lawsuit. But don’t worry. No one in that family actually gives a damn about Henry. Even if they do try something, I’ll make sure you have a good lawyer.”
Chase didn’t believe Henry would really go that far. He was just putting on a show to get sympathy from Wendy.
Even when Chase had tied the wound, he noticed the cut was only superficial–just enough to hit a vein. It looked bad, but it wasn’t serious. A little first aid and Henry would be fine.
People who don’t know medicine tend to think a lot of blood means it’s life–threatening.
But in Chase’s eyes, this whole act was just pathetic,
“I dropped off the recommendation letter at the hospital,” Mandy continued. “I asked someone to arrange a referral for you with Lemuria. You missed the first round of exchange students–you shouldn’t miss the next. I’ll figure something out with your passport.”
Chase politely declined.
“Now that Wendy and I are divorced, I can handle everything myself. As long as she doesn’t try to interfere again, I’ll be fine.”
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can do to make up for it?”
Chase had only one request.
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“When I leave, please don’t tell Wendy where I’ve gone. We’re done. There’s no going back. I want a clean break. No more crossing paths.”
A marriage that should’ve been beautiful–reduced to this. Even Mandy thought it was a shame.
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“I’ll make sure someone visits your mother’s You just focus on your studies overseas. I heard you’re a natural in this field. No one should have the right to hold you back.”
At the hospital, Henry had already been treated and moved into a private room. He lay asleep on the bed. When the doctor came in to check on him, he frowned.
“The bleeding looked bad because the vein was nicked, but the wound isn’t serious. He should’ve woken up by now. I’ll order some tests. Get someone to wheel him over.”
The doctor left with a few interns. Stella had just finished the paperwork and came in, furious at the sight of Henry still unconscious. She yanked Wendy outside.
“Sis! That was clearly Chase being jealous! Henry was drunk, so I told him to sleep over. How could I have known something like this would happen? You can’t let Chase off the hook this time. You need to divorce him already! Henry confessed to you last night–why didn’t you say yes?!”
Yes, Henry had confessed–in front of
everyone.
It was exactly the kind of moment she used to dream about. But for some reason, all she could see in her mind was Chase’s face.
She chalked it up to habit. Five years of marriage doesn’t disappear overnight.
Even if she did love Henry, she couldn’t accept his confession while she still had a husband.
“Chase and I… forget it. Stay out of it. Stop getting involved in our business.”
Wendy looked up at her sister. “If you keep stirring things up, I’ll send you abroad.”
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