Chapter 966



Catherine’s injury was minor, but her knee had scraped against the ground, embedding small pebbles into the wound.

As the doctor irrigated the wound with saline, Catherine winced in pain.

After cleaning the wound, the doctor prescribed an ointment to prevent infection.

Leaving the examination room, Catherine said to Belinda, “Thank you for being here with me, but I’m fine now. You’re still on duty, so you should return to your department.”

“No need to thank me,” Belinda said, helping Catherine to a nearby chair.

The friend who had come with Catherine had left on an errand, leaving Catherine alone with Belinda.

Catherine turned to Belinda. “Belinda, can I ask you for a favor?”

Belinda offered an awkward smile. “Don’t tell me you want me to keep your injury a secret from Johnson.”

“That’s exactly what I want to ask of you.” Catherine nodded.

Belinda gave a faint smile. “Well, you’re a bit late with that request. Johnson… he…” She gestured behind Catherine. “He’s already here.”

Catherine froze.

She slowly turned her head.

Upon seeing Johnson behind her, out of breath and looking worried, Catherine didn’t know what to say.

“Let me see your wound,” Johnson said quickly, crouching to inspect Catherine’s knee.

However, the wound was already covered with sterile gauze.

Still, concern was evident on Johnson’s handsome face.

“I’m fine, Johnson,” Catherine said, gently pulling her leg back.

Belinda spoke up. “Don’t worry; it’s just a superficial wound. However, she won’t be able to walk properly for a few days. Try to keep her off her feet as much as possible, make sure the wound stays dry, and she should eat light meals.”

“Okay,” Johnson replied, then effortlessly lifted Catherine into his arms.

Catherine gasped, surprised, and instinctively clung to his neck.

Her expression tensed slightly. “Johnson, I can walk on my own…”

Johnson met her gaze with concern. “Didn’t the doctor advise against walking?”

Catherine found herself without words.

Johnson turned to Belinda. “Belinda, we’ll leave now.”

“Okay,” Belinda replied.

Once they entered the elevator, Belinda made her way back to the Cardiac Surgery Department.

On the drive home, Johnson broke the silence. “How did you get hurt?”

“I tripped while running,” Catherine replied.

Johnson didn’t say anything further.

After he parked the car in the Hoffman family’s garage, he clicked off his seatbelt and turned to face Catherine.

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