Chapter 5: Abigail Trent! Stop facing the wall! _1

"Mommy, why let Uncle go?" Abigail Trent came over and pulled her finger, whispering, "Didn't you say before, if there's a handsome uncle in the future who's willing to follow us home and let me stick 'Peppa Pig' on him, we can consider him as my dad... um..."

Suddenly, Suzanne Trent covered Abigail's mouth, and she looked at the man on the bed with a pleading expression: "Mmm...Uncle...um..."

Suzanne gritted her teeth and forcibly took Abigail to the adjacent room: "If you dare to speak nonsense again, all your chocolates will be confiscated next month!"

Abigail instantly closed her small mouth but still spoke with a wronged expression, "Mommy, Uncle is severely injured, so pitiful. Don't drive him away..."

"Shut up and face the wall for thirty minutes!" Suzanne finished, closed the door immediately.

Turning back to the master bedroom with the intention to make things clear with the man and insist that he must leave, she stepped in and recoiled quickly, "What are you doing getting out of bed?"

Mason King stood by the bed, glanced at the black loose shorts reaching at least above his knee on his leg and the spots where blood had seeped through the gauze from the wounds he had just strained.

"I originally wanted you to help me out a little longer, but since my request is making you so uncomfortable, it's not necessary. I can leave."

Suzanne listened to his weak voice, knowing how serious his injuries were. Could this man not feel pain, getting out of bed through it all?

Anyway, she had helped him clean his body a few times in the past few days and seen his bare upper body lying on the bed. It's just that he was awake this time; what couldn't she see?

Turning around, Suzanne saw the man taking two difficult steps forward, yet looking as if he might collapse at any moment.

Just as the man's tall figure swayed slightly, she instinctively hurried over to support him. However, the man was nearly 190 cm tall, and as he fell, he pressed down on her hard. She stumbled back and almost fell herself.

Suzanne gathered her strength to support him, and pushed the man who had almost his entire upper body weight on her towards the bed. When they reached the bed, intending to help him sit down, he collapsed.

"Hey, you..."

Suzanne paused with her hand and saw his eyes closed. Had he fainted again?

She glanced at the blood-soaked gauze on the man and exasperatedly grabbed her hair, yelling at the room next door, "Abigail! Stop facing the wall! Come out and call the doctor from the clinic downstairs!"

Abigail opened the door of the adjacent room, happily responded, and ran to the door, put on her pink shoes, and went downstairs skipping.

Suzanne's face clouded, and there was an uneasy feeling in her heart as if she was being fooled. Looking at the man's wounds and his eyes closed peacefully, she reluctantly helped him lie down and carefully removed the blood-soaked gauze from his body.

"How did so much blood flow again?" She hurriedly stood up, went to the bathroom straight away to get a towel.

After only a few steps, she suddenly stopped and turned her head sharply to look at the man on the bed. Looking at his pale but undeniably handsome face, he seemed even whiter than before.

The blood-soaked suit and shirt he had been wearing could not be bought in stores. Having seen many high-end fabrics abroad, she knew his clothes were not ordinary tailor-made designs. A man with such wealth and looks shouldn't be a danger to her and her daughter, right?

It seemed there was indeed little to worry about.

Now she was no longer who she was five years ago; there was truly nothing for anyone to covet.