The Promise Of Happiness

Chapter 952

Samuel had guessed the severity of her injury from the amount of blood staining her pants, but seeing the actual wound with his own eyes was a completely different scenario.

Although the man had a pair of thick goggles on, Natalie could see he was staring intently at her wound.

The goggles made him look insincere, but those eyes of his were filled with nothing but anguish.

Still, that made Natalie feel uncomfortable.

She tried to move her leg so as to avoid the man's gaze, only to feel her ankle being held tightly. This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Don't move,” the man instructed in a deep voice. “You'll mess up the stitching if you do, and I'll have to start over. That's going to waste more time.”

Tensing up, Natalie muttered, “Hurry it up then.”

With the help of some cotton gauze, Samuel dabbed away all the blood around the injury. Then, he grabbed a needle and some thread, preparing to stitch the wound.

Even he felt slightly nervous stitching her up. If his distress caused him to lose his composure, Natalie would end up feeling more pain. With that in mind, Samuel began to stitch the wound. Every time he pierced her skin with the needle, he, too, felt as if his heart was being stabbed.

Despite that, for the whole ten-minute duration, Natalie never cried out in pain.

Still, beads of sweat could be seen rolling down her forehead by the time Samuel was done. The latter was not doing any better either; his mask and goggles were now drenched in sweat as well.

“Did you really have to go this far just to put on a show?” Samuel could not help but grumble as he got up slowly. Did she not know that she wouldn't be the only one in pain by doing this?

“How else would I be able to put on a show?” Natalie raised her head willfully. “Don't expect me to thank you. I probably would've already been inside Yvette's ward by now if you hadn't held me back.”

“You're quite the ingrate.”

“I never said I wasn't one.”

After her curt response, Natalie lowered the hem of her pants before turning to walk away.

Suddenly, Samuel grabbed onto her wrist.

“What?” She turned around and glanced at him frostily. “I've done what you told me to, so stop wasting my time.”

“I'll take you there.”

“Really?”

“You may not believe me, but I won't lie to you,” Samuel enunciated. Of course, there was an exception to his statement, and it was about the poison inside his body.

Natalie's eyes gleamed briefly as an inexplicable feeling rose within her. He's Xander York, but why does he remind me so much of that man? Why is it always Mr. York helping me during my most dire moments and not that other man whom I yearn for?

Knowing there was no time to hesitate, Natalie quickly suppressed those inane thoughts.

“Fine. I'll trust you just this once.”

With that, she followed the man to the hospital's VIP area, which was being guarded by security.

Natalie had thought she would need a disguise, and yet, as soon as the man next to her showed the security guards something on his phone, they made way for him.

“What did you show them?” the woman asked in astonishment.

“A corporate document written by Yvette's agency,” Samuel answered while holding on to Natalie as they arrived at the door to Ward 1101. “It's true that Yvette had an allergic reaction, but there are no allergens in her body, which is a little unusual. Still, with your medical skills, I'm sure she'll be okay.”

Hearing him, Natalie froze briefly.

He knows about my medical skills? No, I don't have time to think about this. I have to figure out what's wrong with Yvette.

After knocking on the door, the woman turned the knob and walked in, only to be taken aback by what she saw.

The ward was in a complete mess, with the shards of a broken vase all over the floor. Then, she spotted Yvette clad in a hospital gown and seated in a corner of the hospital bed, hugging her legs as she trembled.