Chapter 509
“He’ll be fine,” Jackson said, almost bored. “Those guys didn’t even stand a chance against him.”
“Alright.” Charlotte’s voice was icy, the kind that made people shiver even if the room was warm. “Call the police. Then take me to the hospital.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Jackson quickly dialed the police. When he hung up, he hesitated for a second, then quietly scrolled to Anthony’s name and pressed call.
Nobody wanted to mess with Charlotte. And her boyfriend? He wasn’t someone you wanted to cross, either.
Anthony arrived at the hospital and spotted Charlotte in the emergency room. She
was leaning against the wall, her whole posture relaxed, her injured hand resting on
the table like it was nothing. Her face was blank, eyes calm.
“This might hurt a little, Charlotte. Try to bear with it,” the doctor said softly.
“Okay.”
“If it’s too much, you can cry. Really.”
Charlotte lifted her eyes, a lazy smile tugging at her lips. “Go ahead. Just be quick, alright? I’m in a hurry.”
The doctor glanced at her again. She looked delicate, like someone who’d never had a rough day in her life. But there was nothing fragile about her, not really. That kind of toughness was rare.
Her hand had been scraped, dirt and tiny bits of gravel still stuck in the wound. It needed to be cleaned out before they could do anything else. That part always hurt the most.
“I’m starting now.” The doctor gave her a heads-up, then dabbed alcohol on her hand, watching her face for any sign of pain.
She didn’t even flinch. It was like her hand belonged to someone else.
By the time he went in for a second round, the trash can was already filling up with bloody tissues and used gauze. The sight was enough to make anyone queasy.
“This part’s deeper. It’s going to hurt more than before,” the doctor warned, just as he was about to start again.
Suddenly, a voice sounded at the door. “Wait.”
Charlotte’s brows drew together. She shot a look at Jackson that practically screamed, “You called him? Then she turned to Anthony who had just walked in.
Jackson instantly dropped his head, trying to disappear.
“You Charlotte tilted her head, a hint of a smile playing on her lips as she met Anthony’s dark, intense gaze Just give me two minutes, I’ll be done.”
She actually smiled at him. Was she really going to keep this from him if Jackson hadn’t called?
Anthony didn’t say a word. He walked right over to her, turned to the doctor and said, “Please wait a second.”
The doctor blinked, thrown off by Anthony’s presence and the air he carried. “Um, sure.”
Anthony leaned down, gently pulled Charlotte to her feet, and settled her on his lap.
“Sir, this is a hospital The doctor, clearly not used to this, tried to protest.
“Is it against the rules for me to hold my girlfriend in a hospital?” Anthony’s voice
was calm, but there was no room for argument.
The doctor was left speechless. “No, it’s not.”
“Thank you.” Anthony nodded politely, then dropped his voice to a confidential
murmur. “My girlfriend’s afraid of pain. Please, just be gentle.”
Afraid of pain? The doctor almost laughed. If he hadn’t seen her looking so nonchalant just now, he might have believed it. Give her a
bowl
nuts and she probably would
have been snacking while he patched her up.
“Of course,” the doctor agreed, shaking his head in disbelief.
He glanced from Charlotte to Anthony, then back again, curiosity piqued. This man
was clearly older than the girl in his arms.
Tsk. Poor kid.