F1 Champion's Perfect Crash: When Love Takes The Final Turn novel Chapter 154

The servant quickly nodded and went to make the call.

As Lukas continued to apply the disinfectant to my wound, I couldn't help but flinch and close my eyes in pain.

Observing the graceful curve of my chin, Lukas couldn't help but notice the beauty of it. However, he quickly reminded himself that my vulnerability was caused by Bella's attack.

Lukas's throat moved slightly as he controlled his emotions. He lessened the pressure of his fingers while disinfecting my wound.

I couldn't resist asking, "Mr. Strakovski, is the disinfection done?"

Lukas, who had been cold and distant, seemed to be somewhat surprised by my question. His face was a little worried, but his voice carried a tinge of sarcasm as he replied, "Weren't you quite formidable when facing me before? And didn't you get into a fight with Gwendolyn King at the Butterfly Pavilion? How come you can't handle a woman now? Where's that spirit you had when you beat her?"

My face tensed, but I couldn't help but open my eyes slightly to glance at Lukas. "I have a sprain, remember?"

Lukas snorted. "Yeah, you changed from Joan of Arc to a damsel in distress."

It was the first time that I heard Lukas make a joke out of my predicament.

I couldn't help it, and the corners of my mouth rose slightly. "I'm not that fragile; I just wasn't prepared," I said with a faint smile.

Lukas raised an eyebrow, "Is that so? Then remember, you should always be on guard."

With a teasing smile, I responded, "All right, I'll remember."

Lukas continued disinfecting my wound meticulously and ignored Bella as if she were a filthy object covered in germs. "What happened here?" He asked the servant as he treats my wounds.

The servant had a good memory. He described the conversation between me and Bella, how I ignored Bella's threats, and the situation where he rushed over to catch Bella like a mad dog.

After hearing the servant's description, Lukas didn't get angry anymore. Instead, he said, "Don't let wild dogs like her in this house again. If it happens again, you won't work here anymore."

The servant nodded repeatedly in agreement.

The doctor arrived promptly, and he immediately attended to me, giving me two injections in my arm to help with the pain and prevent infection.

The doctor also brought antibiotics and scar removal ointment to heal the wound and remove scars.

Lukas seemed to be in a good mood while tending to my wound. When Victoria arrived, Lukas was still carefully applying ointment to my neck.

Seeing Bella crouching against the wall, her face covered in blood and tears, Victoria felt a twinge of pain. After all, she was her biological mother.

But Lukas's silence spoke volumes, and Victoria understood that now was not the time to speak up.

Lukas ignored Victoria's presence and continued to take care of my wound.

To help the ointment absorb better and let the wound breathe, he wrapped several layers of gauze around my neck, covering the wound.

After finishing the task, he looked at my fair face and made a somewhat unexpected remark, "Looks like a hanged ghost."

My mouth twitched. I understood what Lukas meant – a hanged ghost had a white cloth wrapped around its neck.