Chapter 373: You Should Hit

Book:Devil's Prisoner of Love Published:2024-11-28

Julian made a call to Rocky, asking him to bring over some fresh clothes.
“Do you have any clothes here? Anything will do,” Julian asked, his heart aching as he saw Aurora still dressed in a thin nightgown.
“There are plenty of clothes here; just a moment,” Robert said as he handed Julian two white lab coats. Julian didn’t care what kind of clothes they were; he just took them to Aurora.
Standing outside the emergency room, she wore only her loose nightgown, which accentuated her frail frame.
Her bare feet stood on the cold floor, her toes pointed as she leaned on a small piece of glass, peering at the person being treated inside.
The wind from the corridor’s windows blew, causing her skirt to sway from side to side, the hem stained with fresh blood.
She looked like an injured white butterfly dancing in the wind, beautiful yet heart-wrenching.
“Aurora, don’t worry, that wound won’t kill him,” Julian said as he wrapped her in the lab coat and scooped her up in his arms.
“Julian, it’s all my fault, I’ve dragged him into this,” Aurora sobbed quietly in his arms.
Julian knew she was a kind and gentle person, always blaming herself for everything.
He sat down with her on a bench, “I know, I know all of it. It was his choice; no one blames you.”
“But his wound is so deep, what if his hand is ruined? Julian, I’m sorry for him,” Aurora’s tears rolled down one by one.
Seeing her face filled with guilt, Julian regretted not being the one to take the blow for her. He was worried about Hayden exploiting this injury.
“It won’t happen, Little Bunny. Human vitality isn’t that fragile; that cut was controlled, or else it would have taken off half his hand,” Julian had seen the incident as he arrived, too far to intervene.
“Julian, he really won’t be hurt, right?” Aurora looked up at him with big, insecure eyes.
“I promise, he won’t be hurt,” that was why Julian brought Hayden to Robert’s-convenience and to ensure no falsification of his medical condition.
At another hospital, Hayden might bribe a doctor to produce a fake medical record, thus exploiting Aurora’s guilt.
Though Julian was prepared, it seemed Hayden would not be easily content.
Aurora, filled with guilt and tear-stained cheeks, clung to Julian’s clothes, “Julian, I can’t sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see blood, so much blood.”
“There, there, it’s all over now, no more blood. This is a private hospital with excellent doctors, don’t worry,” Julian comforted her repeatedly.
“Mm,” Aurora didn’t close her eyes; she kept seeing the old lady with a cleaver by her bed, or herself slashing at Hayden with it.
Julian just held her as Rocky arrived quickly, carrying many clothes, “President, Miss Montgomery.”
“Bring the clothes here,” Julian said as he carried Aurora to a private room.
“Go wash up; the Alvarez family will be here soon. How can you meet them looking like this?” Julian saw the blood-stained Aurora, her face pale.
Aurora nodded mechanically before stepping into the bathroom, then stepped back out.
“Julian, could you… stay with me? I’m a bit scared.”
She looked around the unfamiliar place as if an old lady wielding a kitchen knife could jump out at any moment, an experience that had left her deeply traumatized.
“Okay, I’ll stay with you,” Julian said, seeing the helplessness in her large eyes; he couldn’t leave her alone in this place.
He adjusted the hot water, then helped Aurora out of her clothes. She stood there like a child, letting Julian wash her.
“All done.”
Julian dried her off patiently with a towel, picked out clothes, all in her size, from inside to out.
“Lift your foot,” Julian instructed, and Aurora obediently lifted her foot, allowing him to gently dry it off, then he tenderly carried her to the bed.
He took out shoes from a shoebox and knelt by the bed to put them on her.
Rocky, watching from the side, was astonished. He knew the boss cared deeply for Aurora, but he never imagined to this extent.
The usually cold man was now kneeling to help a woman with her shoes and her washing, with a gaze of tender indulgence Rocky had never seen before.
After getting Aurora ready, he quickly went back to the bathroom to wash up himself. By the time he emerged, dressed sharply, Aurora was no longer in the room.
“Where did she go?”
“Miss Montgomery seems to have gone back to the emergency room,” Rocky replied.
Julian hurried after her, the Alvarez family members also arriving, crowding outside the emergency room.
Susan arrived, looking harried, having been refused a drink in the courtyard by Hayden the previous night and only managing a short sleep before hearing of the incident.
“Aurora, you wretch! Why won’t you just leave us alone?” Susan yelled, and slapped Aurora across the face.
Had it been any other time, Aurora would not have allowed Susan to strike her so easily. But now, Aurora’s heart was consumed with worry for Hayden’s injuries.
Susan’s slap carried all her resentment towards Aurora, fueled further by Hayden’s injuries because of her, making Susan both anxious and angry.
Aurora’s cheek was instantly marked with the imprint of several fingers.
“You vicious woman! Look what you’ve done to my son, I won’t forgive you if he suffers any long-term harm.”
Mary then slapped her harder than Susan had, causing Aurora’s mouth to bleed a crimson red.
“Miss Montgomery, since you and Hayden broke up so many years ago, why can’t you let him be?” demanded Hayden’s father reproachfully.
As they struck her from both sides, Aurora’s face swelled up, and Susan, seizing the opportunity, raised her hand to slap her again.
But this time she didn’t reach Aurora’s face; Julian caught Susan’s hand and pulled Aurora into his arms, cradling her face to examine her injuries.
“Aurora, are you okay?” His fingers tenderly cradled her face, spotting the imprint of the slap, filled with both heartache and anger.
“Was it you?” His voice came out ice-cold, as if holding something in his mouth that might melt and something in his hand that might fly away.
Susan couldn’t meet Julian’s icy gaze and quickly looked away.
“It looks like it was you, Susan. I never hit women, but you truly deserve it!” Without a second thought, Julian struck Susan’s face.
“Ah!” Susan staggered back, and Mary quickly intervened.
“Julian, what are you doing? We’re all family here!”
“Who’s family with you? You don’t deserve it,” Julian said coldly.