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Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 552
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Chapter 552: Yvonne felt her heart jolt. She quickly got up and rushed to Jeffrey.

"Letsee your wrist." He instinctively pulled his hand back, hiding it.

"Don't. Just leave it." "I have to check your wound," she said firmly.

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Jeffrey hesitated.

"It's... not something you should see. It looks bad." "I won't feel at ease unless I see it for myself." "It's really nothing to worry about now." Seeing that arguing wouldn't work, Yvonne decided to change tactics.

"Jeffrey, Rachel hasn't heard anything from the police station. That means you told them not to inform her, right? I know you're protecting her from worrying. I promise, if you letcheck your injury and it's nothing serious, I won't tell her either." Her words struck a chord. He lifted his gaze, searching her face.

"You really mean that?" "Have I ever gone back on my word?" Without waiting for another word, she gently took his hand and began unwrapping the bandage.

The moment she saw the fresh, reddened cuts, her hand instinctively reached out, but she hesitated. In a soft voice, she asked, "Does it still hurt?" "Not really." Taking another look, Yvonne urged, Full ztory availabl3 at gl.☐☐☐ "We should rewrap it fast. You don't want it to get infected." It was obvious he had trouble doing it himself with only one hand.

Yvonne moved to help, but she wasn't very good at it.

She fumbled a few times, struggling to wrap it properly, accidentally brushing against his wound twice.

"I'm sorry, Jeffrey... I didn't mean to." "It's okay. Don't feel bad. I know you and Rachel just want to help," Jeffrey reassured her.

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Remembering that Norton was outside, Yvonne thought of asking for his help. So she quickly dialed his Ent number. "Hello?" His deep voice cthrough the line.

Without wasting time, she asked, "Do you know how to bandage a wound?"

"Are you injured?" His tone am immediately becserious.

"No, it's Jeffrey. I'm not good at this.

Cyou cin and help?" "I'll be right there." He didn't waste words—just took action.