Chapter 102

If Rosalind knew that Brett purposely didn’t stop her bleeding just so Leonardo could see her in that state, Rosalind would summon her last bit of strength to give Brett a resounding slap and scold him for lacking medical ethics.

But in her current state of excruciating pain, Rosalind had forgotten where she was and remained unaware of Brett’s intentions.

Nevertheless, Brett diligently conducted other examinations, paying particular attention to critical areas such as her head, eyes, and bones. Once he confirmed that Rosalind only had a minor concussion, Brett sat down.

As expected, within fifteen minutes, Leonarda burst into Brett’s emergency room.

“Where’s Rosalind How is she?”

Leonarda tried hard to suppress las anxiety, but the sweat beads on his forehead betrayed him.

“I knew you would come quickly, but I didn’t expect you to be this fast. Mr. Brooks, it seems you have deep feelings for this woman.” Brett said with a mocking smile.

Brett couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction as he looked at Leonardo’s anxious face, which remained. unchanged even in the face of a dire situation.

It appeared that even the cold and indifferent man, who had severed ties with love, could display such emotions for the sake of love.

“I asked you how she is, so why are you blabbering?”

Leonardo was annoyed. He hadn’t seen Rosalind yet, and Brent’s teasing expression made him wish he could tear lum apart.

“Look, she’s lying over there.”

Brett pulled the curtain aside, revealing Rosalind on the hospital bed Rosalind’s eyebrows were tightly furrowed, her face contorted in pain, and her lips pressed together as she endured. something with great force.

Seeing the bloodstains on Rosalind’s face, Leonardo felt a mix of heartache and anger.

“Brett, you intentionally delayed stopping her bleeding for so long. Are you trying to quit?”

Leonardo stepped forward and held Rosalind’s hand, wanting to gently brash away the hair stuck to her face. However, fearing that he might cause her pain, he withdrew his hand.

Brett raised an eyebrow, feeling somewhat guilty. Although he continued to complain, I was just examining her a moment ago. How could I be free?

Despite his words, Brett didn’t dare to further delay. He had already witnessed enough of the spectacle today. If he continued in this manner, Brett believed that Leonardo would undoubtedly throw him into Anulina, a poverty–stricken area where nothing grows.

With that in mind, Brett quickly picked up disinfectant, cotton swabs, and gauze to clean and bandage Rosalind’s wound. However, as soon as the cotton swab soaked in disinfectant touched Rosalind’s wound by Brett, she involuntarily gasped her face scrunching even tighter.

“Be careful, can’t you see she’s in pain?”

“Don’t shake your hand. What if it hurts ber?”

“Do you even know what you’re doing? Can’t you see she’s wincing in pain?”

“Brett, if you don’t start taking this seriously and end up hurting her, I’ll make you regret it!”

Leonardo’s gaze remained fixed on Brett’s hand and Rosalind’s expression. Every time Rosalind winced, even if it was just a slight furrow of her brows, Leonardo would shoot Brett a fiercely angry look Brett suddenly felt immense pressure.

Brett realized he had dug himself into a hole. He shouldn’t have neglected treating Rosalind’s wound earlier just to see Leonardo’s reaction.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t le gazed at by Leonardo every time when he touched Rosalind.

It was just a minor surgery, but he was sweating profusely on his forehead.

“You’re staring at me like this, and I’m under a lot of pressure. If you startle me and make my hand tremble, it’ll be your fault, not mine!”

Bren couldn’t hear it anymore. He stopped his actions and helplessly Inoked at Leonardo, 13.52 “Are you having an excuse?”

Leonardo coldly glanced at Brett, his eyes filled with shrewdness and restrained anger, as if he saw through everything. Leonardo wasn’t foolish. Initially, he had been too anxious to think clearly.

However, upon seeing Rosalind’s injury and recalling how relaxed Brett was when he arrived, sitting comfortably with his legs crossed, what didn’t Leonardo understand!

This guy wanted to see Leonardo worried about Rosalind. Brett wanted to see Leonardo lose control.

In his heart. Leonardo snorted. It was quite an entertaining joke. Once Rosalind recovered, he would definitely teach Brett, this cunning fellow, a valuable lesson and make him regret his actions.

Brett was scared and instinctively swallowed his saliva. He felt as if he had somehow provoked this cold and irritable man, and Brett sensed that he was in deep trouble.

Forcing himself to regain composure and control the trembling in his heart, Brett cautiously continued to clean Rosalind’s wound.

Although Rosalind’s wound was neither large nor small, Brett administered a small amount of anesthesia and stitched it up. By the time Rosalind was bandaged, she had already fallen asleep, and Brett could feel sweat dripping down his back.

Seeing Leonardo’s continued expression of concern, Brett couldn’t resist speaking up “Don’t worry, her injuries are not serious. The wound on her forehead appears more significant, along with a slight concussion, but there’s nothing else wrong. I’ve thoroughly examined her,”

Brett explained preemptively to minimize any potential retaliation from Leonardo, “How can you say it’s not serious when the wound on her forehead is bigger than mine? And a concussion too. Are you sure there won’t be any lasting effects?”

“It’s a mild… a mild concussion, Brett corrected himself involuntarily.

Damn it, Brett truly lived up to being a medical expert, perfectly capturing the accuracy.

There was quite a difference between a mild concussion and a concussion.

Leonardo gave Brett a cold stare, seemingly waiting for him to continue.

Brett’s mind raced, and suddenly he had an idea “Don’t worry, a mild concussion won’t cause amnesia or some melodramatic aftermath like blindness.

She won’t forget a single thing about the mistakes you made in the past!”

Brett spoke nothing but the truth, but Leonardo’s eyes grew colder, and his expression turned menacing.

“With your medical skills, it seems like Haldorin is wasting your talents. Maybe you should go support Anulina instead, what do you think?”

“Please, my dear Mr. Brooks, don’t do that. This is an opportunity for you and Rosalind to reconcile.

Kindness shouldn’t be repaid with enmity.”

Brett vowed never to interfere in Leonardo’s affairs again. Truly, good deeds went unrecognized.

Brett genuinely wanted to give Leonardo a chance to spend time with Rosalind and, incidentally, to see how much Leonardo truly valued her. It was well–intentioned.

If Leonardo were to banish Brett to Anulina, it would be such a loss.

Just then, Jonas, who had finished paying the fees, walked in nonchalantly.

“What’s wrong with this hospital of yours! It’s like buying a ticket for a tourist attraction with all these people waiting… Jonas complaints abruptly stopped when he saw Leonardo, Why was Leonardo here!

As Jonas pondered, he couldn’t help but ask, “Mr. Brooks, hi, what brings you here?”