Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 1187

Corey avoided her gaze, lowering his head in silence.

Barbara said, "In the beginning, I was the one applying his medication. Later, he insisted on doing it himself, not wanting to bother me. Today, I insisted on helping him, but I didn't expect the wound to worsen like this."

Sheena immediately sensed something unusual.

Her eyes narrowed as she stared at Corey, who kept his head down, avoiding eye contact and appearing somewhat guilty.

It was obvious that he was behaving strangely.

"Corey, were you doing this intentionally? Have you been neglecting your wound these past few days?"

Corey cleared his throat nervously, avoiding Sheena's gaze. "No. I've been tending to it. It's just that the wound is on my back, so maybe I could not apply the ointment properly. I don't know how it got worse."

Sheena did not believe his excuses for a second and confronted him, "You didn't want Barbara's help, couldn't tend to the wound yourself, and didn't ask for help. What were you thinking? You shouldn't mess around with your health like this!"

Faced with Sheena's reprimand, Corey obediently nodded in agreement.

"I'm sorry. It's my fault for making you worry."

Sheena was initially taken aback by his apology but then noticed the first half of his question.

"Wow, that's quite an enthusiastic apology. You sure surprised me."

However, her tone turned cold as she remembered his later words.

"Who's worrying about you? You made your own bed, now lie in it, and don't drag Barbara into your mess."

Despite the rebuttal, Barbara chuckled, and Corey also smiled, feeling satisfied.

Sheena looked away and sat back down on the small sofa.

"The wound is showing signs of infection. We need to make sure it doesn't get worse. I'll call Noah to come and take a look."

She was about to call Noah on her phone when Corey interrupted, "This gunshot wound isn't a big deal. It's normal for me. Noah's busy with Hannah anyway, so there's no need to bother him. I'll just take a couple of anti-inflammatory pills tonight."

Sheena responded, "This wound has been acting up for over a week and could leave a scar if left untreated. Let Noah take a look to ease our minds and prevent scarring."

Corey refused, "I don't want this scar to go away. Having a scar will serve as a constant reminder."

Sheena retorted indifferently, "Are you trying to use this scar to remind me of what you went through for me, guilt-tripping me into forgiving you sooner?"

Barbara was taken aback, surprised at Sheena's sharp words. She quickly found an excuse and went downstairs to make tea for Sheena, leaving only the siblings in the room.

Sheila had acted decisively, catching even Sheena off guard.

Yet, without a moment's hesitation, Corey instinctively shielded her from the bullet.

For more than a year, he had knelt to read the Bible, whipping himself and torturing himself. Later, he saved her.

Were those acts enough to consider his debt repaid?

Sheena felt a mix of emotions, and she remained silent for a long time.

Corey took the initiative and asked, "Nana, Barbara's gone downstairs. Can you help me apply the medication?"

Sheena collected her scattered thoughts, rose, and sat behind Corey, opening the medical kit on the bed.

Corey's lips curved into a satisfied smile, his gaze showing a clear hint of joy.

He gently instructed Sheena on how to apply the medication.

"First, clean with alcohol. Next, apply this antibiotic ointment before this antiseptic cream. Lastly, wrap it up with gauze, and it'll be good to go."

Sheena nodded lightly, following his instructions carefully, and applied the medication in an orderly manner.