Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92 

The guys didn’t react quickly enough. I saw Wanda throw a wine glass at Lyla and reached out without thinking 

Thus, the glass hit the back of my hand. Shards of glass fell, and blood started dripping from my hand onto the floor. The pain made me drop to the ground. 

Lyla came over quickly and yelled, “Ev!” 

Upon hearing the noise, Ethan and Antoine ran back from the deck. When Ethan saw my bloody hand, his face grew grim. 

Helelt beside me, grabbed a clean towel, and pressed it against my hand. “Where does it hurt?” 

I was really scared of pain, but usually handled it well. Even when I was very sick with a high fever last time, I didn’t cry. But now, tears quickly filled my eyes when I saw how worried Ethan looked. 

“I don’t know. It hurts ” 

When I said it hurt, Ethan looked even more anxious. He told Antoine to find the ship’s doctor before picking me up and carrying me to my room. 

“It’s going to be okay. The doctor will be here soon, and it won’t hurt for much longer.” 

Theld the towel against my hand, my eyes tearing up as I thought to myself, “He’s lying. It’s going to hurt for a while” 

Soon, Antoine came back with the ship’s doctor. After checking my hand, the doctor said that while there were no injuries to my tendons or bones, the wound was deep and needed stitches 

Lyla was about to cry. 

1. y. She felt really bad. “I’m so sorry, Eve. It’s my fault you’re hurt.” 

I was in a lot of pain and scared by the stitching tools. Nevertheless, I tried to smile at Lyla. “It’s not your fault. I’m okay.” 

“Get her out of here,” Ethan said, holding my hand carefully and looking at Lyla with a serious face 

Antoine agreed. “Let’s go outside for now.” 

Lyla shook her head. “I’m not leaving” 

Sering the stitching tools was making me nervous, so I told Lyla, “You should go outside. I’m fine” 

Antoine explained that the room needed to be clean and that too many people would contaminate the area. After much coaxing, he managed to get Lyla to leave. 

With only Ethan, the doctor, and me in the room, I watched as the doctor picked up the needle and scissors. My hand automatically shrank away from Ethan’s grip. “Aren’t we going to use anesthesia? Lasked, feeling nervous 

The doctor shook his head. “We don’t usually use anesthesia for these kinds of wounds. Just try to hang in there.”