Early the next morning.
Claudio Belles was still in bed recovering, but still able to do basic walking. Soledad had offered to bring him up breakfast, but Claudio Belles was not a bed person and ended up going downstairs for breakfast.
But first thing in the morning there was no sign of Eduardo Tercero.
“Soledad, where is President Eduardo, has he gone to a meeting?”
“I’m not too sure, President Eduardo left early in the morning, but I don’t think he went to a meeting because President Eduardo said he would be back after a while.”
…
Eduardo Tercero went to the darkroom himself.
In the dark room, the presidential secretary, already half beaten to death, was covered with wounds, but it was not enough.
Eduardo Tercero came down as if he were a god and looked to one side of the iron that was already red-hot. Old K, having understood Eduardo Tercero’s meaning, handed Eduardo Tercero the long handle of the red-hot iron.
Estefan’s eyes widened in horror as he looked at the red hot iron, his muscles trembling, “President Eduardo no… no… President Eduardo None of this is my fault! This was all the President’s idea! I had nothing to do with this, President Eduardo, please leave me alone! I really didn’t do anything to Miss Claudio!”
Eduardo Tercero pressed the red-hot, expressionless iron directly on the right side of Estefan’s face.
“AHHHH!!!”
In the darkened room, a murderous scream rang out.
The red-hot iron scorched the entire right side of Estefan’s face, a bloody, blackened, oozing mess, but all the while, Eduardo Tercero’s indifferent eyes did not blink.
Estefan was scalded to near faintness, still fighting for his life: “President Eduardo… please…. let me go… … The Miss Claudio thing was the president’s idea … President EduardoYou know what… I’m just a dog on the president’s side… Whatever the president tells me to do… I have to do.”
Eduardo Tercero frowned slightly, as if he had seen something hard, and impatiently threw the iron back into the fireplace, turned and walked out of the dark room, dropping the cold words, “Go back and tell your master the dog that in the future I will repay him a hundred times what he has done to my people.”
…
At La Villa Real, Claudio Belles was half-breakfasting when Eduardo Tercero returned from outside.
Eduardo Tercero settled into the seat next to Claudio Belles and asked out of the blue, “How are you doing, did you sleep well tonight?”
With food in his mouth, Claudio Belles said deliberately, “It’s true that President Eduardo’s bed is soft and big and nice to sleep in, but I can’t sleep without President Eduardo holding me.”
That, I think, is a nice, flattering compliment.
Edward the Third hummed slightly, with little emotion on his face, but said, “Are you inviting me now, to sleep with you at night?”
“No?” Claudio Belles stared at a man with wide, teary eyes and an innocent look.
Eduardo Tercero had a carefree look, “I’m at liberty.”
Soledad, who was standing by the table, could not close her mouth in joy and could not help but say, “It looks like we are going to have happy events in this villa in the near future.”
Claudio Belles: “…”
…
Claudio Belles had been recovering from his wounds for half a month and, with the daily application of the ointment applied by Doctor Aurelio, the marks of the whipping had left no deep marks, if any, that had faded with time.
Eduardo Tercero sat in his study and processed the last batch of documents before marking.
“Have the test results come back yet?”
Aurelio on the other end of the phone said lazily, “There, congratulations, the histocompatibility antibodies of your two skins show that rejection is less than twenty percent, so there is no major problem with allogeneic implants, even less so if they are decellularized dermis.”
“Hmm.”
Aurelio couldn’t help but say, “I mean, Your Excellency, why don’t you let Miss Claudio plant her own skin, her necrotic skin is just a small piece, it’s enough to transplant a piece anywhere, why go to all that trouble?”
“Is it all right to justify that you don’t want her to suffer any more flesh and blood?”
A certain Court Lord, who occupies a high and powerful position, speaks earnestly and is not ashamed of it at all.
The corner of Aurelius’ mouth twitched, “Yes, of course.
It is understandable that you feel sorry for your daughter-in-law.
“And what day is the surgery scheduled for?”
Eduardo Tercero replied, “Only tomorrow.”
…
The next day, Eduardo Tercero underwent a small operation with Claudio Belles for a skin graft.
Claudio Belles did not know that it was Eduardo Tercero who had transplanted her own skin and that she was anesthetized during the operation, so she knew nothing.
…
After returning to La Villa Real, Eduardo Tercero went back to work in his studio.
Claudio Belles, more curious about the implants, examined her body and found no wounds on any part of her body, except for a bandage on the chest where she had been implanted.
And this skin, where does it come from?
Claudio Belles turned to Eduardo Tercero in the study and asked him, “President Eduardo, I forgot to ask, where did Aurelio graft the skin on my body? Why can’t I find a second wound after searching for half a day?”
Eduardo Tercero raised his hand, gesturing for him to pass, and Claudio Belles approached and was led to sit on Eduardo Tercero’s lap.
“The skin that was transplanted was used for me.”
“…” Claudio Belles froze for a moment.
Eduardo Tercero lowered his eyes and looked at her with a slight smile on his forehead, “Why, are you afraid?”
She shook her head and was silent for a long moment before looking up at him and speaking, “Why would President Eduardo do that when I can simply transplant my own skin?”
“After seeing the skin you suffered in the brig last time, I don’t want you to suffer like that again.”
Edward the Third did not hide, but spoke his mind bluntly, and Claudius Belles did not feel the slightest flesh, his heart was a soft mess, and even his eyes blushed slightly.
In fact, he suffered that kind of flesh and blood a lot when he was in the Ming organization, and the long hours he spent in training were no easier than in the dungeon.
But whoever he was, even his closest relative Esteban Zaragosa, never told him that he didn’t want him to suffer under the skin.
Esteban Zaragosa told him that if he didn’t want to die, he had to complete his training without compromise.
She knew Esteban Zaragosa was being kind to her, but at the end of the day, she was just a child, and what child wouldn’t like to be pampered.
This was true even for Claudio Belles, who had been stubborn for a long time.
The tears, unable to resist them, fell and Claudio Belles reached up to wipe them away forcefully, sniffled and asked, “Where is your wound?”
Eduardo Tercero took his hand between his own and pressed it against his chest.
Claudio Belles’ fingers felt the gauze of the shirt through the thin fabric of the shirt, “President Eduardo, I want to see it.”
Eduardo Tercero did not hinder her, allowing her small hands to unbutton his shirt one by one.
Indeed, the man’s chest was wrapped in a piece of white gauze the same size as his own.
Claudio Belles reached out Almira’s hand touching the gauze and said, “President Eduardo, will you ever feel that I am not worth doing this for?”
If, for example, Eduardo Tercero had found out who she was, he would probably regret all his actions today.
“No, I never do anything I regret. Besides, I have a vested interest in planting this skin for you.”
“What selfishness?”
Edward the Third took her hand, felt the wound on her left breast, looked into her tearful eyes and said, “With this piece of skin, you have a part of me in you. person. This no one can deny.”
Flesh and skin together. Unless it is torn off.