Chapter 75 Satisfaction! Nova Fought Back Against the Bitch!
Enough. Stop with the ointment Kael pulled his hand away, then took hers in his, his voice soft. “How’s your leg feeling?”
Sloane dropped her eyes, biting her lip. “It’s fine…”
Kael didn’t believe her. He lifted her onto the bed, hiking up her skirt to reveal the wound. His gaze darkened, and he sighed. “It’s oozing pus. Don’t lie to me.”
He picked up the ointment from the nightstand and gently dabbed it on her leg.
Outside the door, Nova’s eyes stung. Her vision blurred with tears, and her hand on the doorknob trembled–she couldn’t bring herself to push it open.
Yeah. This is the real Kael!
He doted on Sloane, tending to her wounds with his own hands.
Whatever he’d done for her was just for show.
Nova’s shoulders shook. She didn’t even notice when tears started streaming down her face.
“Kael, thank you for getting the doctors to treat my leg.” Sloane whispered.
“It’s nothing. Your leg matters.” After finishing, Kael carefully pulled her skirt back down.
Boom!
It was like a blow to Nova’s head. Her mind went blank for a second.
So the team of specialists he’d spent a fortune on–they were for Sloane.
Nova clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle her sob.
How stupid of me! She’d deluded herself into thinking the specialists were for her. She’d fooled herself into believing he still cared, that he still had feelings for ier. She’d even bought him ointment, like a fool.
Nova couldn’t take another second, turned, and fled.
nside the room, Sloane watched Nova’s figure disappear from the doorway. She let out a disappointed sigh.
he’d hoped Nova would burst in–that would have been perfect. But at least Nova had seen her with Kael. She must be heartbroken.
he thought lifted her mood. She looked up at Kael, her voice soft. “Thank you, Kael.”
Cael grabbed a wet wipe and cleaned his hands, his movements elegant and composed. Truth be told, he’d only helped Sloane apply the ointment on a whim.
When she’d tended to his hand earlier, it had reminded him of Nova. Back in the day, he’d get hurt playing basketball all the time, and Nova would always fuss ver him, patching him up with a look of tender concern.
But this time, when he was hurt, Nova hadn’t cared at all.
A flicker of pain crossed Kael’s face. He took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes, they were cold again.
loane was not Nova.
Kael tossed the wet wipe into the trash and got down to business. “Did you watch the news today?”
Sloane’s spine stiffened.
Kael’s eyes were deep and probing. He stepped closer, his voice sharp. “The man who hurt Nova–his last name is Reed.”
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sloane’s shoulders shook, her face as white as a sheet.
She looked up at him, clutching the hem of his shirt, tears falling. “Kael, I swear I don’t know him. You have to believe me.
“You know I grew up with my mom in New York–we’re from the South. I don’t have any relatives left there.
“You knew that when we got together… Kael, please.”
Her eyes were red and glossy, like a frightened deer’s.
Kael stared at her tearful face, and for some reason, his heart ached.
Nova’s mom had also been from the South–she’d had a gentle personality. When Nova got flustered or angry, she’d slip into her Southern accent, which was more endearing than intimidating. It always made him want to pull her into his arms.
Sloane’s eyes looked just like Nova’s.
Kael couldn’t bear to see those eyes cry. He reached up and wiped the tears from her cheeks. “Alright, stop crying. I was just asking.”
Maybe he’d been overthinking.
Sloane and her mom had cut off all contact with their family years ago. And there were plenty of people surnamed Reed in New York–this was probably just a coincidence. Besides, the surveillance proved Sloane had been home that night.
“Don’t leave me. I’m not lying,” Sloane said, hugging his waist tightly.
Kael patted her shoulder. “I won’t.”
Sloane smiled through her tears. No matter how much she’d suffered, in this moment, it felt worth it.
“But let’s be clear,” Kael continued, his tone cold. “As long as you don’t mess with Nova, I’ll keep you around. If I ever decide to end this, I’ll give you a generous
settlement. But none of that happens if anything happens to Nova.”
His words sounded like comfort, but Sloane heard the warning loud and clear.
It was like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on her. Her excitement vanished.
She bit her lip, humiliated. Even this little bit of kindness depends on Nova.
“Rest and heal,” Kael said.
He pushed her gently away, turned, and walked out without looking back.
Sloane wanted to call him back, but she held herself back. She didn’t want to seem desperate.
But the humiliation was overwhelming.
He’d stayed by Nova’s side all night. For her, he couldn’t even spare ten minutes.
He’d spent a fortune on a team of specialists from abroad to treat Nova.
As for her? If her mom hadn’t checked on her last night, she might have died in her apartment, and no one would have cared. Even the top tier medical treatment she’d gotten later was only because of Nova.
He didn’t care about her. His heart only had room for Nova.
He wouldn’t even be here right now if he weren’t questioning me about that man surnamed Reed.
Sloane let out a bitter laugh, tears rolling down her face.
Just then, her phone buzzed. When she saw the caller ID, she wiped her tears and answered, her voice sharp with anger. “I thought I told you to take care of
that man surnamed Reed!”
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The voice on the other end apologized. I’m sorry, Sloane. It won’t happen again.”
Sloane snapped. You better make sure it doesn’t!”
“Don’t be mad. The problem’s solved now. I called to tell you something good-”
As she listened, Sloane’s eyes lit up. A cold smile spread across her face.
Suddenly, the door opened.
Sloane quickly hung up and glared at the nurse who’d walked in. “Do you always enter without knocking?!”
Tm sorry. Ms. Reed. It won’t happen again.” The nurse set the medicine on the shelf. “Your wound needs attention. Let’s apply the ointment now–otherwise, it might scar.”
Sloane swallowed her retort. She didn’t want a scar.
“Fine. Hurry up,” she said.
The nurse nodded, carefully applying the ointment before leaving.
“Wait! Why does it hurt more after you put the ointment on?!” Sloane called out. But the nurse was already gone.
Furious, Sloane swept the items off the nightstand.
Within minutes, her leg began to ooze pus and blood. The pain was unbearable, like someone was carving into her flesh with a knife.
“Help! Is anyone there?!” Sloane’s face turned white. She pressed the call button repeatedly, but no one came.
She finally realized–there was something wrong with that nurse.
Who sent her?
Help… It hurts so much!”
Is anyone there? Please, help me!”
Moane sobbed, rolling on the floor in agony.
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