Chapter 230
Uriah glanced at the cut on Kelly’s finger, his voice laced with sarcasm. “Well then, you’d better hurry to the hospital. If you wait too long, the wound might start healing on its own.”
Matty looked up from her plate. “Kelly, it’s just a scrape. Does it really hurt that bad? When I bump into things, I never cry… Are you seriously more fragile than a five-year-old?”
Kelly swayed slightly, as if she might faint, her expression fragile-but her mouth was anything but weak. “Sweetheart, my body’s different from normal people’s… Last week I accidentally cut my finger. There was so much blood. Carter got so worried I might have complications, he insisted I go to the hospital. T
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“He knows my condition is a bit special now-any small injury could cause nonstop bleeding. He even arranged a blood pack for me in advance, just in case…
“But when I got to the hospital, they were trying to save a patient with major blood loss, so they gave my reserved blood to them instead. When Carter found out, he was furious. What if I had kept bleeding? He ended up firing all the medical staff who made that decision without asking.”
She let out a little sigh. “He’s just overly cautious, really. I mean, it was just a cut. No need for a blood transfusion.”
The whole speech was clearly meant for Sharon. Every word carefully crafted to show how much Carter cared about her. To hint that if anything ever happened to Kelly, he would never let Sharon off the hook. 1
Sharon looked at her and smiled gently. “Kelly, no need to worry. I’ll call Carter right now and have him come pick you up.”
Kelly blinked, stunned.
Sharon wasn’t mad? She was really going to call him?
“No, Sharon, it’s just a small injury. No need to trouble him over something like this—”
Sharon ignored her. She picked up her phone and dialed.
Kelly’s eyes narrowed slightly.
So that was it. She was just using the injury as an excuse to talk to Carter.
Too bad for her-Carter would never pick up.
But before the thought had even settled, the call connected.
“Sharon. What is it?”
Maybe it was the words she’d said to him earlier, or maybe something else had shifted-but his voice wasn’t cold. No irritation.
Just neutral.
Sharon spoke plainly. “Kelly cut her hand while sorting herbs. You should come get her, have her checked at the hospital.”
Carter’s voice grew tense. “Is it serious?”
Sharon glanced at Kelly’s hand. “You’ll see when you get here.”
Before he could reply, his secretary, Peggy, could be heard in the background. “Mr. Biggs, the meeting room is ready. Everyone’s waiting.”
Carter acknowledged her, then returned to the call. “I’m about to go into a meeting. I can’t step away right now. If it’s not too serious, ask Uriah to help her bandage it up.”
Sharon’s tone didn’t change. “Kelly’s condition is unique. We wouldn’t dare risk treating her ourselves. If the wound gets
infected or something goes wrong, we can’t take that responsibility. She’s too delicate for us to handle. You’d better bring her to the hospital yourself.”
A brief silence.
Then, Carter said, “Send me a photo. I’ll see how bad it looks.”
“Photos and videos can’t capture the full picture,” Sharon replied. “She was crying just now from the pain. Better if you come see for yourself.”
She paused for a beat.
“Of course, if you don’t come and she faints from blood loss or something worse happens… we won’t be held responsible.”
