Facade of Love

Chapter 8

Chapter 8 Car Accident

I froze for a few seconds before I snapped back to reality as my l*ps started to ache from his bites. I tried to push him away forcefully, but the inherent difference in strength between men and women quickly became apparent. My efforts were futile in the face of his.

“Idris, aren’t you disgusted?” I struggled, my voice a little hoarse.

My words seemed to have an effect on him. He stopped, his thin l*ps slightly swollen and irresistibly S**y. He stared at me silently, his black eyes unwavering.

I met his gaze, took a deep breath, and asked, “Is this how you treat Moore when you’re with her? Forcing yourself her when you can’t win an argument?”

“Disgusted?” He looked at me, his face darkening in a frightening way. Ignoring my discomfort, he lifted the hem of my shirt. His large hands were caressing the ugly scar on my abdomen. He looked at me mockingly and sneered. “Yes, it’s pretty disgusting.”

I felt as if I had been struck by lightning and rooted to the spot. His words were like a punch to the gut, leaving me breathless. Some people could utterly destroy you with just one sentence.

He knew my Achilles‘ heel, and his strike hit the mark.

Yes, I had also been extremely disgusted by this hideous scar on my abdomen. This scar reminded me

all the time about how stupid and ignorant I was when I was eighteen years old.

“Ha…” I wanted to laugh but could not. Facing the stern man before me, I opened my mouth but found myself speechless.

I did not have the strength to look at him anymore, nor did I want to hear his mockery. I pushed him

away.

Seeing me leaving, he reached out to grab me, but I dodged him. I could not tell if it was my imagination or not, he seemed somewhat flustered as he said, “I…”

I did not hear the rest of his sentence because I fled from the study.

In the bedroom.

I lay in bed, feeling dazed and powerless. How had I survived those six months at the border? The killing, the filth, the abuse…

No, some memories were so lethal that even recalling them could be deadly.

I got up and went to the bathroom. I turned on the shower, and let the cold water wash over my numb b*dy, gradually allowing my senses to return.

That night, nightmares haunted me.

The next day, I was awakened by the doorbell downstairs. I had slept poorly, and my head was

pounding. I staggered to the door and found a frantic Ensio standing outside.

Seeing his urgency and the bloodstains on him, I frowned, and asked, “What happened?”

He was so anxious that his voice trembled. “Mr. Young got into a car accident. He’s being treated in the hospital now. Mrs. Young, please come with me.” Without waiting for my response, he pulled me out of the house and into the car.

Seeing him start the car in a hurry, I could not help but ask, “What exactly happened?” How did he even get into a car accident?

While driving, he glanced at the road and said, “Mr. Young went with Ms. Scott to Mount Sage Church to pray this morning. On the way back, they somehow got into an accident. Mr. Young has just been taken to the emergency room.”

Went to Mount Sage Church to pray? I looked at the time. It was only seven in the morning. The trip to the church alone would take over an hour. Had they gone out before the sun had even risen?

Hah. Were they praying or going on a date?

Ensio sped down the streets, and we soon arrived at the hospital.

Following him to the emergency room, I saw Moore sitting in the corridor, crying her eyes out, her b*dy stained with blood.

As soon as I arrived, people from the Young family also appeared. It was their old housekeeper, Mr.

Zachary.

Seeing Moore sobbing uncontrollably, he hesitated for a moment and asked me, “Mrs. Young, what happened? Why was there a car accident all of a sudden?”

I raised an eyebrow and looked at Moore. Then, I folded my arms and leaned against the wall. “Mr.

Zachary, you’re asking the wrong person.

He paused and then looked at Moore.

Moore was rather quick to respond. Before Mr. Zachary could say anything, she choked out, “It’s all my fault. I hurt Iddy! If he hadn’t been protecting me, he wouldn’t have gotten hurt. It’s all my fault!”

Her pitiful appearance was an eyesore.

Listening to her say how Idris had done everything for her, Mr. Zachary glanced at me awkwardly.

Fortunately, the door to the emergency room opened, and a doctor in a white coat came out. Moore rushed over, grabbed the doctor, and asked, “Doctor, how is he? Is he awake?” novelbin

The doctor looked at her and reassured her, “The patient is awake, but his right leg has nerve damage. We need to perform surgery immediately. A family member needs to sign the papers.‘

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“I’ll sign it. I’ll sign it now.” Moore eagerly took the pen and signed before the doctor even finished speaking.

The doctor glanced at her and asked, “What’s your relationship with the patient?”