Exposing the Charade of Deep Affection (PDF)

Chapter 286

Chapter 286 You Don’t Want This Leg Anymore?

His right leg, just one glance, and I clearly saw that his shin was covered in large patches of pus-filled

sores. No, almost the entire part I saw was, it was horrifying.

His thin lips were tightly pressed together, his face slightly trembling due to the restraint of his

emotions. After a long while, he finally spoke, his voice calm but cold, “Did I scare you?”

I was stunned for a moment, hastily shaking my head, looking at him incredulously, “How did it come to

this? How long has it been?” I asked, and immediately regretted it.

I forgot, he just had a car accident not long ago. That’s not right, the accident injured his leg. Why

would it be injured like this? Why does it look like rotting meat? What kind of car accident could have NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

done this to his leg?

It seemed I had already seen it, he pursed his lips, saying lightly, “Burn injury, skin graft failed.”

I paused, a sharp pain involuntarily gripped my heart. It was already so serious, how had I not noticed it

all along? Even his occasional limp when he walked, I hadn’t noticed. Even just now in the cave, when

he was pinned down by the rock…

Thinking of this, I panicked. Without thinking too much, I walked up to him, reaching out to check his

wound. He grabbed my wrist. I looked up, meeting his anxious gaze, I was worried, “Let me see your

wound. It’s so serious. If you don’t treat it, do you want to lose this leg?”

I was truly anxious and somewhat angry. How could he not utter a

word from beginning to end, not showing any signs? On the way here, he had been enduring his pain

silently, without any change in his demeanor. I thought he had a fever because he was physically weak,

but I didn’t expect that it was actually a fever caused by an infection.

Looking at me, he furrowed his brows slightly, still saying the same words, “It’s okay.”

I had long since recovered from my shock, and seeing him like this, I couldn’t help but feel angry. My

tone hardened a bit as I snapped, “It’s okay, it’s okay, that’s all you can say. Will you still say it’s okay

when your leg is truly ruined? You followed me without a word, do you want me to owe you my life from

now on, and feel guilty for the rest of my life?”

I was truly angry, angry at him, and angry at myself for being too careless, too presumptuous. He had

just recovered from a car accident not long ago, and was even in a wheelchair. How could he possibly

not have serious injuries? Yet, I just let him follow me.

Back then in the mountains, not to mention the cold weather, it was also raining. There was no village

ahead and no shop behind. He was still running a high fever, and his leg was suffering from both old

and new injuries. Even an iron man couldn’t withstand such treatment.

I didn’t know if my words had any effect, he looked at me, his handsome face slightly paused, holding

my hand, he loosened his grip a bit.

I withdrew my hand, half-kneeling beside him to examine his leg, but he instinctively avoided me.

I frowned at him.

He pursed his lips, unnaturally saying, “It would scare you.”

I pursed my lips, an indescribable feeling in my heart. Even at this

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time, he was still thinking about these things.

Swallowing the bitterness in my heart, I said, “I’m not that delicate.”

After speaking, he gently rolled up his trouser leg to reveal that nearly half of his calf was covered in

pus-filled sores. I gasped at the sight. At the back of his heel, there was a large patch of bright red

where he had been pinned by a rock in the hole earlier. He had injured himself when he forcefully

pulled away. The blood and pus were mixed together, creating a gruesome sight of flesh and blood.

I looked up at him, my heart aching uncontrollably, “Does it hurt?”

He accompanied me all the way without uttering a word, never once mentioning or even showing the

slightest hint of pain.

How much could he endure!

Seeing me looking at him, he paused for a moment, his dark eyes fell on me, deep and surprised, and

somewhat at a loss. After hesitating for a moment, he shifted his gaze, pulled a smile, and said

nonchalantly, “It doesn’t hurt.”

This person…

I suppressed the discomfort in my heart, took a deep breath, and asked, “Does Sebastian need to take

those medicines regularly?” Last night, Sebastian mentioned that he needed to change his medication.

I thought it was for the wound on his face, but it seems it’s for his leg.

Daniel nodded, looking at me and said, “Let’s figure out a way to get out first.”

I knew I had to leave. I hadn’t noticed his injury before, I could still take him around. But now that his

injury has become like this, if I continue to take him around like this, I’m afraid, his leg, would truly be

ruined.