The more Hazel Sinclair thought about it, the angrier she became. Slapping him would only hurt her own hand, so in the end, she just opened her mouth and bit down on his shoulder.
The pain made Leon Sterling let out a muffled grunt, but he didn’t say anything, only quickened his pace.
"Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Leon Sterling wanted to end their lovemaking. If it hadn’t been absolutely necessary, he never would have done something so intimate with Hazel Sinclair in a strange place.
As he asked, Leon reached out and touched Hazel Sinclair’s cheek. It was still a little hot.
Hazel Sinclair’s hand rested on his abs. Hearing his question, she replied, "Much better now."
They separated, and Leon Sterling put his clothes back on. But Hazel Sinclair’s clothes were in tatters and completely unwearable.
In the end, they had to ask Evelyn Kendrick, who was outside, to find her a change of clothes for the time being.
Stepping out of the room, Hazel Sinclair stood there awkwardly.
’Having someone waiting outside while we were doing *that*... How embarrassing would it be if she heard me panting and crying out inside.’
"Oh my, look at all these injuries." Just then, a short-haired woman carrying a medical kit walked over, sizing her up as she spoke.
"And you are?" Seeing her, Evelyn Kendrick asked, looking her up and down.
"I’m the doctor Wendy Hayes sent for. My name is Holly Warren." After introducing herself, Holly Warren walked over to Hazel Sinclair and began treating her wounds.
Seeing the puncture wounds among the cuts, Holly Warren couldn’t help but give her a thumbs-up.
"You’re a real warrior."
"That must have hurt a lot."
It did hurt a lot, but it was very effective.
It was a quick way to stay conscious and not be controlled by that drug.
Holly Warren examined her and found the injuries weren’t severe enough to require stitches or hospitalization. She took out her tools and began to clean the wounds.
Hazel Sinclair let her clean and bandage the wounds. The iodine disinfecting the cuts made tears well up in her eyes uncontrollably from the pain.
"Can you be a little gentler?" Leon Sterling, who was standing to the side watching, couldn’t help but ask.
"She’s already crying from the pain."
After hearing him, Holly Warren explained, "Disinfecting wounds always hurts. She just has to bear with it."
After bandaging the wounds, Holly Warren took a pre-packaged syringe from her medical kit, then opened a small box.
"Huh? Why do I need a shot?" Hazel Sinclair looked at the needle and asked through a sob.
"It’s a tetanus shot." Once it was ready, Holly Warren gave her an injection in the arm.
The sting made Hazel Sinclair’s eyes water, and seeing this, Leon Sterling’s heart ached for her.
After giving the shot, she took some medicine from her kit and put it in a bag.
Seeing a box of ointment, she took it out and pointed to it, saying, "This is scar removal cream. If they start to scar, apply it three times a day for a week, and they’ll disappear."
"The house call fee is 500, medicine and ointment are 300, and the disinfection, dressing, and injection are 300. That’s 1100 in total. Will you be paying with WeChat or Alipay?" Holly Warren took out her payment QR code and held it out, asking with a slightly fawning smile.
’Wendy Hayes said this group was loaded, so asking for 1100 shouldn’t be too much.’
When Hazel Sinclair heard it was 1100 yuan, her eyes went wide. ’So expensive!’
’How long would it take me to earn 1100 yuan?’
Leon Sterling didn’t say a word and simply took out his phone to scan the code and pay.
"It’s paid."
"Alrighty, I’ll be on my way then." Having gotten her money, Holly Warren immediately packed her things to leave. Before she left, she remembered something and turned back to remind them, "Don’t let the wounds get wet for a while, or they’ll get infected."
They all took her advice to heart.
"We should be heading back, too," Leon Sterling said, wrapping an arm around her waist.
"Okay."
Outside the villa, Hazel Sinclair remembered that she was supposed to treat Evelyn Kendrick to dinner today. She never expected something like this to happen. She looked at Evelyn with an apologetic expression and said, "Evelyn, I’m so sorry. I was planning to take you out to eat, but then all this happened."
Evelyn Kendrick said dismissively, "Just treat me tomorrow. It’s fine."
"Deal."
After agreeing, Hazel Sinclair stood there, having forgotten that they didn’t have a car.
Finally, she brazenly looked at the other two and said with a smile, "So... who’s going to give us a ride home?"
"I don’t have my car."
Hazel and Leon’s gazes fell upon them. Finally, Caleb Sinclair spoke up: "I’ll take you home."
Evelyn Kendrick was a beat too slow. All she could say was, "Since Director Sinclair has offered, you might as well let him take you."
"Alright," Hazel Sinclair agreed.
Hazel Sinclair sat in the passenger seat and buckled her seatbelt, waiting for Caleb Sinclair to drive them home.
Caleb Sinclair didn’t say a word. He just started the car and headed towards the old, run-down apartment complex where they lived.
"Hazel Sinclair, come home," Caleb Sinclair’s voice broke the silence in the car.
"You’re a beautiful woman. Without someone to protect you, men like that will always be after you."
Caleb Sinclair’s voice was heavy with concern. "You got lucky this time, but what about next time?"
"What would you have done if we hadn’t gotten there in time?"
Hearing her brother’s words, Hazel Sinclair lowered her head and pressed her lips together, not knowing how to respond.
In the end, it was Leon Sterling who answered, "Brother, something like this won’t happen a second time."
"I will protect Hazel."
Hearing his promise, Caleb Sinclair couldn’t help but sneer.
’Protect her?’
’That promise is as worthless as a pile of chicken shit.’
"She only ran into this trouble because of Vincent Hawthorne, and Vincent Hawthorne is *your* friend," Caleb Sinclair said coldly, his eyes finding Leon in the rearview mirror.
"To put it bluntly, you’re the one who brought this disaster on her."
"Protection?" Caleb Sinclair repeated the word, then scoffed. "Who’s going to believe you can protect her?"
Caleb Sinclair’s tirade left Leon Sterling so thoroughly shamed he couldn’t even lift his head.
He clenched his fists, his lips pressed into a thin line. Finally, he spoke slowly, his voice a little hoarse, "Brother... It won’t happen again. I promise you."
"Heh..." Caleb Sinclair let out a cold laugh and didn’t reply. Instead, he turned his gaze to Hazel Sinclair in the passenger seat and asked, "What’s your take on this?"
"Do you really have to be with this poor kid?"
"I don’t even want to start with you. What kind of spell has he put you under that makes you so attached to him? You’ve suffered so much, yet you still refuse to leave."
The line of fire had now turned to her, and for a moment, Hazel Sinclair didn’t know how to answer.
"Did Mom and Dad ever teach you to be so lovestruck? Did they teach you to give up a life of comfort to go suffer?" Caleb Sinclair said, his expression one of utter exasperation.
If he could, he really wanted to teach Hazel Sinclair a lesson.
Hazel Sinclair shrank back like a frightened quail and mumbled, "But brother, he’s good to me."
Those words made Caleb Sinclair slam on the brakes at the side of the road.
Inertia threw them both forward. A little shaken, Hazel Sinclair said, "Brother, what are you doing? Slamming on the brakes on the side of the road is dangerous."
Just as she finished speaking, a car horn blared from behind them.
It was Evelyn Kendrick’s car.
"He’s good to you? So we’re not good to you?" Caleb Sinclair’s voice was filled with disbelief.
He couldn’t even begin to understand how Leon was good to her. All he brought was pain and poverty.
"When we get back, I’m making our younger brother schedule you a brain scan," Caleb Sinclair said, furious.
Hazel Sinclair quickly tried to soothe him. "Brother, don’t be angry. Safety is what’s most important."
"Just drive safely. When we get back, you can hit me or yell at me all you want," Hazel Sinclair hurriedly placated him, terrified he was about to slam on the brakes again.
’The lives of the three of us are precious, you know.’
"Brother..." Leon Sterling also tried to placate him, but Caleb Sinclair cut him off with a roar, "Shut up!"
He turned his head and shot Leon Sterling a fierce glare, saying through gritted teeth, "You’d better be truly good to her."
"Or I’ll make you regret it."