The knife that pierced Hector Chaucer’s flesh, Tiana Linden dared not move.
Afraid that if she moved, his wound would deepen.
"Can you move your hand?"
Tiana lifted Hector’s arm.
Hector smiled lightly, "I’ve already said it’s fine."
Injured like this, yet still able to smile.
Tiana felt deeply pained.
She raised his hand, attempting to remove the knife.
In the blink of an eye, Hector didn’t even frown as he pulled the knife from his mangled palm and handed it to Gordon Lowell beside him.
"Take it, as the weapon, to file charges against Sharon Sullivan."
He spoke lightly and naturally.
As if he hadn’t been injured at all.
His gaze rested solely on Tiana.
Seeing Tiana’s eyes reddening, about to burst into tears.
The other uninjured large palm landed on her head, gently rubbing.
"Did I scare you?"
"It’s alright now."
The warmth in his palm was a kind of warmth Tiana had never felt before.
These years, her life had been too hard.
Be it in prison, reduction of sentence for early release, or the days after returning to Veridia with Daisy.
It was always tumultuous.
She had no idea how many winds she had faced, how much rain she had endured.
It had been too long since she felt this nurturing warmth from soone.
Tears couldn’t be held back any longer, streaming down.
Hector curled his fingers and wiped the tear stains from her cheek.
His hands were full of calluses.
Throughout his life, he did much hard labor for The Chaucer Family.
During his fugitives days, he was roughing it in the outdoors.
His hands were covered in calluses.
He was afraid the thick calluses would hurt Tiana.
Tiana’s face, her skin was delicate and smooth.
If hurt, he would feel heartbroken.
His movents were very gentle, very gentle, "It’s okay now, no crying."
"Don’t move, I’ll give you a simple bandage," Tiana grabbed his bleeding hand.
Her long skirt was quickly torn into strips, which she wrapped around Hector’s palm.
"It must hurt, right?"
To be honest, it hurt.
That was a double-edged knife, he held it with bare hands.
Bloody as it was, it was strange if it didn’t hurt.
But Hector’s lips curved into a smile.
"It doesn’t hurt!"
Even Christopher Grant and Jane Sumrs nearby looked on, inevitably casting doubt on Hector.
Did he have ulterior motives towards Tiana?
Jane tugged on Christopher’s arm.
"Christopher, why didn’t I notice that Hector actually has such feelings for Tiana."
This man nearly risked his life for Tiana.
He must have liked Tiana long ago, right?
Jane couldn’t help but sigh, "Hector hid it very well!"
Nearby, a pair of somber eyes settled on Tiana and Hector.
Aiden Grant’s face was incredibly grim.
Both fists clenched tightly.
His temples, neck, backs of his hands, veins popped out one by one.
Both pain and jealousy.
How could he not see Hector’s feelings for Tiana?
Indeed, he hid it well!
Turns out this man really had feelings for Tiana.
Seeing Aiden’s terrifying expression, Jane wanted to say sothing, but Christopher imdiately stopped her.
"Say less."
Jane took a look as Aiden approached Hector and Tiana.
Even his back exuded jealousy.
Jane swiftly blurted, "Aiden deserves this."
When Aiden reached Hector and Tiana, he stopped.
It was a close call.
Even now, Aiden was filled with fear.
If he had been close, he too would have held that knife bare-handed for Tiana.
He just happened to stand further away at that ti.
Luckily, his Tiana wasn’t hurt.
With Hector injured, he stepped forward and snatched the unfinished fabric strip from Tiana’s hand.
"Let ."
Looking at Hector, his gaze was icy, "Is it serious?"
On the surface, Aiden seed to be showing concern for his old friend—Hector.
In truth, he simply didn’t want Tiana and Hector to be so close.
From start to finish, Tiana was solely Aiden’s woman.
No matter how deep Hector’s feelings for Tiana might be.
Wanting to take Tiana away from him?
No way.
"No need for your help."
Tiana pushed Aiden away and resud wrapping the fabric around Hector.
Of course, Hector understood Aiden’s intentions just before.
At this mont, he gave Aiden a casual glance.
His gaze was plainly serene, yet carried a sort of challenge.
The two n locked eyes.
Aiden’s jealousy, fury.
Hector’s determination.
Silently, they clashed like two swords eting point to point.
And at this very mont, Tiana continued to cautiously bandage Hector.
Seeing this scene, Aiden’s heart was about to shatter.
In the past, she would only have such intimate contact with him.
Aiden was tense all over.
His emotions—anger, pain, full of jealousy—were visible in the veins that bulged on his temples.
Vivian Linden watched as the piece of cloth belonging to Tiana was tied into a beautiful bow in Hector Chaucer’s palm.
That bow was once tied exclusively for him.
Aiden Grant rembered the year of Jas Linden’s fiftieth birthday when he accompanied Tiana to Klayburg to learn pottery making.
On the village road of that small town, a stray dog rushed out.
To protect Tiana, he was bitten by the dog.
He bled a lot.
Tiana tore her skirt and cried as she bandaged him.
At that ti, Tiana had said she would marry him alone in this lifeti, and she wanted to stay by his side forever, cherishing him.
But now, the man staying by her side is Hector Chaucer.
And the one who ruined all the past beauty and happiness was none other than himself.
He was the one who lost the once devoted Tiana.
Ha! He truly deserved it!
Tiana tied the cloth strip for Hector Chaucer but was still worried.
Although the bleeding had stopped, the wound was deep, and he needed to go to the hospital for tetanus.
A series of disinfection and bandaging were required.
Stitches might even be necessary.
"Hector Chaucer, we must hurry to the hospital."
It was then that Hector Chaucer finally withdrew his gaze from Aiden.
Earlier, Aiden’s suppressed pain, sorrow, and self-mockery, his complex and tumultuous emotions akin to a flood, were all captured by Hector Chaucer.
He remained unmoved, watching intently.
Then calmly supported Tiana as they left.
Watching the two leave.
Aiden suddenly felt a sense of crisis.
Tiana resented him like this.
Another scheming Hector Chaucer erged.
The feeling of suffocation hit his chest repeatedly.
Surging like tides, suffocating.
"Tiana!" Jas Linden caught up.
As he supported him, Daniel Linden’s hand was stained with blood, "Dad, let’s head to the hospital first."
Jas insisted on chasing Tiana, "No, let speak two more words with your sister."
Clearly in agonizing pain, Jas took several strides to catch up with Tiana.
At this mont, Vivian also approached Jas.
Earlier Sharon Sullivan rushed out and stabbed Jas, which Vivian did not anticipate.
She looked at Jas worriedly, "Dad, you’re bleeding a lot; let Brother and I take you to the hospital first."
Jas impatiently waved Vivian away, "Go away, don’t pretend here."
This shout made Vivian not dare to step forward.
But she was genuinely worried about Jas.
Since she could rember, Sharon Sullivan had told her to treat Jas as her father.
Even though she knew she was not Jas’s biological child.
Yet Jas had given her plenty of paternal love.
She had long regarded herself as a true daughter of The Linden Family.
Her care for Jas was sincere.
At this mont, watching Jas bleed, she was truly worried about his safety.
Regardless of his injuries, Jas circled ahead to stop Tiana.
Tiana saw the trail of blood dripping behind Jas.
It seed like he was seriously injured.
If it were before, she would have certainly panicked and hurriedly sent Jas to the hospital.
Now, Tiana was unhurried, coldly replied, "I have nothing to say with President Linden."
Jas had lost too much blood.
It wasn’t tily stopped.
A cold sweat covered his head.
His face was pale as a ghost.
He spoke while gasping.
As if he was about to stop breathing with his next words.
"Tiana, Dad knows he was wrong."
"Dad really... knows he was wrong."
"The family’s door is always open for you."
"If you are willing..."
Saying this, Jas’s lips trembled.
"If you are willing to co back, Dad will always be waiting."
"If you’re not willing to co back, Dad will also always..."
Before finishing the last—waiting, Jas fainted in front of Daniel Linden.
"Dad, Dad..."
"Uncle Linden, call an ambulance."
"Dad..."
Those surrounding him included Daniel, Aiden, Christopher Grant, Jane Sumrs, and Vivian.
Also, Uncle Caron, the Linden family’s butler.
And Jas’s long-ti friend, the security personnel.
But Tiana was the only one missing.
After Jas was put in the ambulance, when Aiden and Daniel looked for Tiana again, she was nowhere to be found.
Hector Chaucer and Tiana had left.
Sharon Sullivan had been restrained.
This wedding initially ant for Jas and Sharon ended up as a farce.
The guests dispersed entirely.
The Linden Family beca a laughing stock within the entire upper echelon.
Looking at the empty wedding venue, Aiden’s heart was also empty.
...
Light Boat Road.
A wine-red Gordon Lowell illuminated, parked at the entrance of a convenience store.
Hector Chaucer got out of the car.
Tiana did not understand his intention, wasn’t it said to go to the nearest hospital to get his wound bandaged?
Hector ca back holding an ice pop.
The ice pop was wrapped in his handkerchief.
Before Tiana could react, her sprained foot was already placed on Hector’s leg as he held it.
"Just now at the hotel, the ice pack ti was insufficient."
"It might be a bit cold, bear with it."
Tiana tried to retract her right foot, struggling, "No, Hector Chaucer, you must go to the hospital first."
"If you don’t want to be immobile for a few days, stay still."
Hector’s tone was non-negotiable.
The fair and smooth ankle was carefully held in his palm.
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