Chapter 911
The Woman From Hell
Tyler was right. Theo had indeed given his all.
He was no saint but would not have expected Mason t o be harboring hatred for him for so many
years, nor would he have expected him to act on his hatred one day.
However, it was also true that all of this happened because of him.
Seeing me frown, Tyler sighed softly and said in a helpless tone, "Wanda, the journey ahead of you
will get more and more tiring if you canât let go of many things."
"What about you?" I returned the question. "Can you turn a blind eye to Susan's birth origin and live
a good life with her from now on?"
He fell silent and furrowed his brows slightly. "We're talking about you right now."
I nodded. "Yeah, we are. Iâm just talking to you using another way. In fact, many times when things
arenât happening to you, youâll be indifferent about them or perhaps even find them tolerable. But
once those same things happen to you, you'll take on a different attitude."
He pursed his lips, choosing to remain silent probably
because he thought it was getting annoying to talk to me.
The wound on my cheek was getting more and more painful. I felt uncomfortable.
Even though I rarely dressed up, I was still a woman, after all. I would feel very sad if I was
disfigured.
Two people appeared at the door-Petra and Grayson.
Petra walked tearfully toward me without saying a word and merely wept in silence.
I did not know what to say, and neither did I want to say anything to her.
"What exactly happened?" Petra asked, looking at Tyler.
Tyler explained what happened. Petra and Graysonâs countenance gradually turned sullen.
It was Theo's fault that I got hurt, but it was also him who saved me in the end by taking a dagger
for me. Even so, they still resented him.
Theo and I were both injured, and this was a big deal. Mason had to explain himself.
With conclusive evidence, the Lynches could only watch Mason get convicted even though they
held great power in South Vasetine.
Theo was critically injured. His arm was stabbed, which might cause nerve damage. It was possible
that he could not use his arm anymore in the future.
Fortunately, things were not that serious after the doctors did their best to treat him.
The gauze on my face was removed, revealing the wound on my cheek. I looked in the mirror and
said with a bitter smile, "As he wished, I'm disfigured."
"Disfigured?â The nurse sighed. "The wound isn't deep. Just apply some scar cream and it won't be
so obvious anymore."
A small scar would appear particularly conspicuous o n a ladyâs face, hence her words did nothing
to comfort me.
On this day, I went to visit Theo, and he was sleeping.
The doctor said that it was still unknown whether his arm was able to heal to the point of reaching
full recovery as they could only find out after the stitches were removed and an examination was
done.
I sat on the chair beside the hospital bed and looked a t his handsome side profile, wondering if we
both owed each other now?
Perhaps after many years down the road, neither of us was sure whether the feelings between us
were love or just mutual debt that was accumulated over the years.
It was this debt that made it hard to let go.
After eating dinner, the nurse dressed the wound on his arm and explained to me, "His arm will be
very painful right now, so be careful not to let him move. I'll come and dress the wound again three
hours later."
I nodded. "Okay."
Theo was a very healthy man who rarely fell ill, hence this was my first time taking care of him.
Not long after the nurse left, Theo woke up.
He looked at me and wanted to say something, but his throat was so dry that no words came out of
it.