Chapter 8
But I could see tears of heartbreak streaming down Elena’s face.]
Alessandro dragged his injured leg as he helped Elena and me into one car, while his men forced Carter and Nina into the car behind us.
Throughout the ride, Elena had all the doctors focused on my leg, asking over and over again.[]
“Excuse me, my sister’s leg won’t have any permanent damage, right?”
“Doctor, will a wound this deep leave a really bad scar?“]
The doctor kept reassuring Elena patiently.[]
It’ll be fine, Mrs. Valentino. Our hospital will take good care of it. There will be a scar, but our cosmetic surgery department can handle that too!“] suddenly Elena exploded with anger. She whirled around and kicked Alessandro right in his wound, then slapped him hard across the face.[]
“Alessandro! I’ve told you a million times–don’t be so damn impulsive! This sweet girl gave up her seat for me, and now she’s in this mess because of
it!”
Look at these doctors you’ve got working for you! Acting like it’s no big deal–doesn’t this girl feel pain? Isn’t cosmetic surgery a hassle for her?! You’re all idiots!“]
Alessandro’s eyes filled with endless remorse. He bent over and apologized to me repeatedly.
“I’m sorry, kid. This is all my fault. My wife’s absolutely right. I promise you–I’m taking responsibility for your leg for the rest of your life!“[]
Thinking about how Carter had killed me in my past life, bitterness welled up in my heart.
Even strangers could show me this kind of genuine care, but the man I’d loved for eight years had betrayed me completely.[]
My face darkened as those memories flooded back.[]
Elena must have thought I was upset because she grabbed a knife and pressed it into my hands.]
“Sweetheart, if you’re still angry, go ahead and stab him in the leg! Do it as many times as you need to feel better!”
“No, no, no–I can’t let you get blood on your hands. Let me do it for you!”
Elena was already raising the knife toward Alessandro’s calf when I snapped back to reality and grabbed her hand.
It’s okay, Elena. This is just a flesh wound–it’s not serious. I’m not angry anymore…
Dena stared at me for a long moment, then squeezed my hand tightly.[]
“Sweetheart, since fate brought us together, how about I make you my sworn sister? Your brother–in–law will take care of your leg for life, and I’ll make sure you live in luxury for the rest of your days!“]
When Elena mentioned a lifetime of luxury, I almost laughed–it sounded ridiculous. [
But 1 agreed anyway.[]
I’d been living on my own for years, and my parents back home only cared about spoiling my brother and barely paid attention to me. Elena was practically the first person I could remember who’d shown me this much genuine kindness.
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The way she’d looked at my wound with such panic and concern–it was exactly like how mothers in TV shows worried about their own children.[] When I agreed. Elena was overjoyed. She pulled me into her arms and started crying.[
Sweetheart, Alessandro and I grew up in foster care. We never had children, so from now on, you’re the only family we have in this world. “Don’t worry–I always keep my promises. We’re not old money or anything, but I’ll make sure you’re taken care of for the rest of your life!“[]
