Chapter 339
Willow wasn’t only hurt in her hand. Ian noticed the uneven patches of skin and scabs on her wrist- evidence of her failed attempt at slitting her wrist.
How much despair had she experienced to drive her to take her own life? lan’s regrets deepened. He regretted not meeting her earlier in life and protecting her from the vicissitudes of life.
Willow stared down at the stump where her pinky finger used to be. She replied nonchalantly. “It’s all in the past.”
Then, she said, “Mr. Nightingale, thanks for tending to my wounds. My hands are certainly not in the best shape to do it myself.”
She and lan were not close, not to mention there were grudges between them. She wasn’t ready to share
her inner thoughts with him.
Since the injury on her left hand had been tended to, she thought it was time for lan to leave. However, he grabbed her ankle this time. She couldn’t find her socks in Zayn’s bedroom that morning and went around
barefooted.
Willow felt uneasy when a grown man held her by the ankle. “Mr. Nightingale, please let go of me!”
At the same time, Eric covered his face in embarrassment, thinking, “Boss, you’re shameless! It’s one thing to dress her wounds. Why would you grab her by the ankle? That’s so kinky and twisted! How lustful
of you!”
“Willow, you have a sprained ankle, lan explained.
lan’s attentiveness took her by surprise–he noticed an issue with her ankle, which was badly swollen by now. The sight of her poor ankle sent chills through her body.
Since Willow did not seem cooperative, he added in a rare move, “Willow, just see me as your doctor for
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