Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 28: Give Her to Me

Editor: Henyee Translations

The school dical office.

Today, even the school doctor went off to visit the school anniversary celebration, leaving only one doctor on duty, who quickly put Alia Wright on a drip.

The school doctor handed iodine and dication to Emma Lewis: "She has so bruises on her body, the nurse isn’t here, could you help her apply the dicine?"

Emma instinctively replied, "How can that be appropriate? n and won shouldn’t have physical contact!"

The school doctor looked at Emma with a hesitant expression.

Emma then realized: "Oh, right, sorry, I forgot, I’m a woman..."

Emma resignedly disinfected and dicated Alia Wright.

The more she treated, the angrier her eyes beca.

"Those bastards from the Wright family, how could they abuse her like this, with injuries all over. Ava Wright, that cunning white lotus, she only knows how to pretend, pretending to her uncle, look at that poor little arm all pinched and bleeding."

That’s where Emma was mistaken; these injuries on Alia were all self-inflicted recently.

Alia Wright now didn’t care about her body at all.

To her, as long as she didn’t die, it was fine.

The IV drip slowly flowed into the blue veins, and Alia slept so soundly, she looked incredibly obedient.

Thinking about how Alia had offended Sophia and Ava Wright today, Emma wasn’t comfortable leaving Alia there alone, so she decided to stay by her side.

Just because Alia called her brother, she had to see it through!

But the longer Emma waited, the more uneasy she beca. Alia had been unconscious for several hours; it was already dark, and she still hadn’t woken up.

Feeling a bit uneasy, Emma couldn’t help but start scolding the school doctor: "Are you even a real doctor? You can’t even treat a headache and fever, why hasn’t she woken up yet? You needed two tries to find a vein for the drip, look at that bruised little hand, is it your eyesight or your skill that’s lacking..."

The school doctor dared not retort from the corner.

Emma stopped scolding abruptly when she suddenly t a pair of gentle, affectionate eyes.

Alia had woken up.

Emma quickly approached and asked, "How are you feeling? Any better?"

Alia opened her eyes and started struggling to get up, weakly saying, "I want to go back, I don’t want to be here."

Emma stared wide-eyed: "In your condition, how can you go back?"

Alia continued to struggle, the sll of disinfectant seed to place her in hell, as if she was feeling the pain of cancer from a past life, triggering a stress response, and she started sweating coldly.

"Oh no, don’t move, you’re pulling the needle, fine! I’ll take you back imdiately!"

Emma once again compromised.

This really wasn’t her fault.

Bla it on that damned misunderstanding.

As her brother, how could she hold too many grudges against her sister!

Now, looking at Alia, everything seed agreeable, she thought Alia was just too sweet, like a cat, a cat so precious you’d be afraid your dirty hands wouldn’t be worthy of petting her!

How could she not be soft-hearted and compromise?

Emma had the school doctor remove the needle, took so dicine, and carried Alia out of the school dical office.

A six-foot Emma, holding a five-and-a-half-foot Alia, was no doubt a perfect princess carry.

After leaving the place filled with the scent of disinfectant, Alia’s stress response slowly subsided. Perhaps due to extre weakness, she sweated a bit while struggling and fell back into a slumber leaning against Emma.

By this ti, it was already dark, and Emma had just reached the entrance of the dormitory carrying Alia when a shadow, with a sharp aura, attacked her.

"Who?"

Emma quickly retreated a few steps.

Under the dim light of the street lamp not far away, she couldn’t see the attacker’s face clearly, only seeing that he was half a head taller than her.

This person emitted a violent murderous intent, a malice that seed determined to tear soone apart, even more terrifying than the masters she’d t in the army, this was definitely not a student from Elegant Art.

The fight began without a word.

Because Emma was holding Alia, she was completely at a disadvantage.

The opponent’s attacks beca increasingly fierce, Emma took several hits, feeling as if her bones were about to break, she took a step back, retreating step by step.

With one misstep, Emma couldn’t dodge in ti, seeing that the opponent was about to hit Alia in her arms, Emma exclaid inwardly, deciding to take the hit herself.

Unexpectedly, the man delivering these vicious attacks withdrew his hand when he was about to touch Alia.

A low, hoarse male voice suppressedly said, "Give her to !"