Chapter 640:
“There were thirty-eight stitches. The doctor said the wound was extremely deep. He’ll need a week of IVs to reduce the inflammation, and he’ll be bedridden for a month,” Connor replied.
Hearing this, I felt my legs weaken.
Thirty-eight stitches? He must be in so much pain. My eyes suddenly became moist.
“Miss Stepanek, Mr. Wharton is currently in a bit of a state. Would you like to go in and take a look?” Connor asked.
Bella’s POV:
I was very grateful to Herbert. Without him, Betty and Anne might not have been able to survive. And now, seeing him with such a serious injury, I didn’t know how to thank him.
“I beg you, please go in and persuade him. He won’t let the nurse put the IV in. The nurse said the wound is extremely deep, and the river water was filthy. If it gets infected, it could become very troublesome,” Connor pleaded.
Hearing this, I stepped into the room.
“Get out!”
Herbert’s voice was cold and harsh, his back facing the window.
I didn’t leave. Instead, I closed the door behind me and walked over to his bed, step by step.
“I told you to go out. Didn’t you hear me?”
Herbert growled angrily.
When he turned his head to face me, his anger seemed to soften slightly.
“Why are you here?”
“If you don’t want me here, I’ll leave right away!” I said, pretending to turn around and walk out.
The next moment, my wrist was firmly grasped by a large hand.
“I thought it was the nurse or Connor…”
Herbert explained.
Hearing this, I couldn’t help but smile slightly. Then, I turned to see his leg, wrapped in white gauze.
I took a deep breath, feeling as though my own leg was hurting.
“You don’t have to worry. It’s just a few stitches. The doctor must be a novice, wrapping it like that!”
Herbert said in a relaxed tone, as if to brush off the severity of his injury.
I couldn’t bring myself to laugh. I looked at him, my nose twitching with the effort to hold back my emotions.
“Thirty-eight stitches,” I said, the gravity of the situation finally sinking in.
He could still joke, despite everything. Wasn’t Connor just telling me that he was making a fuss in the ward? Why was he still trying to make me feel better now?
I sat down by his bed, unsure of what to say or do next.
“This injury is nothing to me. Don’t worry.”
