My Flirtacious Husband novel Chapter 667

Chapter 667 I Am Not Wrong

Sylvie came to meet Jack alone, so she didn't drive her minivan. After leaving the club, Zayne called for a taxi and took her to the hospital.

The doctor cut the hair around her injury before sewing her wound and applying ointment to it.

As Sylvie's face was still pale and her abdomen was causing her pain, Zayne brought her to do an ultrasound. It was then discovered that her spleen was bleeding severely.

The doctor quickly pushed her into the operating room.

Once that was done, she was transferred to a ward. She was incredibly frail as she lay in bed, her face as pale as a sheet.

Sylvie didn't expect Jack's kicks to be so powerful that they almost killed her.

Zayne lifted the bed and fed her some warm water. “The doctor said you can't eat anything yet.”

She drank a few sips and replied feebly, “Thank you.”

“Tell me who beat you up! I want to beat his spleen until it bleeds too! The Zeiglers aren't a bunch of doormats!” he exclaimed angrily.

“Stop asking me about it. And don't tell Granddad about this.” Sylvie didn't want to die, especially after she narrowly survived.

Zayne didn't understand why. “Why are you still protecting the person after getting beaten up this badly?”

Do you think I wanted to get beaten up?

His unceasing babbling and the pain in her body made her feel pretty annoyed. Thus, she turned away and ignored him. “You should leave. I'll call someone to take care of me.”

Zayne didn't say anything else as he put on his jacket and left.

It was as if those scenes had transformed into a hand that gripped her neck tightly, suffocating her. They deserve to die! I was right. I'm not in the wrong...

Zayne put a straw into the cup and placed it next to Sylvie's lips. “I asked the chef to make it as digestible as possible for you. You should drink this for the next couple of hours first. Once evening arrives and you can eat some solid foods, I'll buy oatmeal for you.”

Sylvie was never Herbert's granddaughter. She was just a fake, so she was never moved by his love. Additionally, she exploited his love for her multiple times for her personal benefit.

Perhaps because she was injured that day, everything the young man did for her and the look of concern in his eyes touched her.

Under Zayne's caring stare, she bit the straw and drank the soup. It was savory and warm. As it traveled down her throat, it warmed her heart too.

Zayne let out a sigh of relief when he saw Sylvie's complexion looking better after finishing the soup.

After that, he grabbed the bag sitting on the chair and pulled out a sweater as well as a dress. “Even though there's a heater in here, I'm still worried that you'll get cold, so I went to buy some clothes for you. I don't know your sizes, so I just bought whatever the salesperson recommended after I told her about your general figure. She even said if the clothes don't fit, I can bring them back to her to change into ones that do. I can change the color too if you don't like it.”

Sylvie found the scene of him showing her a pretty-looking sweater strangely amusing.