Chapter 15: He Came for Her
“You bad mother! Don’t you dare stop us from finding Auntie Queenie!”
Wendy lost her footing and crashed to the ground, a sharp pain tearing through her ankle.
“Hss-”
She sucked in a cold breath. Looking down, she saw not only her ankle swelling, but also a bloody scrape across her palm from jagged gravel.
At that moment, the car roared away, leaving her alone in the freezing, pitch–dark night.
How was she supposed to climb all the way to the mountaintop by herself?
Her heart sank into despair.
Gritting her teeth, she pushed herself upright, but the moment her right foot touched the ground, the pain intensified.
Her face turned ghostly pale.
There was no way–she had to call for help.
She dialed a friend from the hospital, but after ringing for over ten seconds, no one answered.
Looking up at the looming silhouette of the mountain, she let out a bitter sigh.
She would have to walk.
Stuffing her phone away, she hobbled forward, each step agonizingly slow, her body swaying dangerously as if she might tumble off the slope at any
moment.
She didn’t know how long she endured before headlights flared behind her.
Tires crunched over the gravel.
She turned quickly, shielding her eyes from the blinding glare..
A tall figure stepped out of the car.
Her eyes widened in shock.
“Mr. Robinson… why are you here?”
Harry’s gaze swept over her injured ankle, his eyes darkening.
“I… just happened to pass by.”
Pass by?
This mountain belonged solely to the Price family. At the summit was only their ancestral estate. How could he “just happen” to be here?
Unless he had come specifically for her.
“Your ankle is already swollen. It needs treatment. And your hand as well. Dr. Ulrich, get in the car.”
His tone left no room for argument, yet carried a warmth that seeped into her exhausted heart.
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Chapter 15: He Came for Her
Nodding, she followed him into the back seat.
From the front, he retrieved a first aid kit as if he’d anticipated her injuries.
“Mr. Robinson, let me-” she began.
But he refused, taking out disinfectant and bandages.
“Dr. Ulrich, you can save others, but you can’t save yourself.”
His words held a weight that made her heart jolt. Was he talking about more than wounds?
Still he wasn’t wrong. She was a brilliant surgeon, yet her personal life was in ruins.
She stayed silent, allowing him to clean her cuts with tender, meticulous care.
Then, he lifted her leg and removed her shoe.
The brush of his cool fingertips against her skin made her instinctively pull back, but he steadied her ankle.
“Don’t move.”
The scent of medicinal alcohol filled the car.
His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as though handling something precious.
Her pulse quickened.
This–was the man she was about to marry.
Compared to Steven, Harry’s presence felt like another world.
At least for now, she had made the right choice.
“Thank you, Mr. Robinson. If it’s not too much trouble… could you drive me to the top?”
Her voice was cautious, but firm.
He held her gaze, then nodded.
As the car pulled forward, his eyes glimmered faintly.
“Dr. Ulrich, consider this a favor owed. You’ll repay me one day.”
Heat rushed to her cheeks. She turned away quickly.
A favor… perhaps the only way she could repay him was by ensuring James’s surgery succeeded.
Ten minutes later, they arrived at the Steven estate.
To her surprise, Steven and Michael were already there–along with Queenie.
Her head wrapped in bandages, she sat in the middle of the family, looking fragile and pitiful–yet basking in their doting attention.
“Queenie, the gift you picked for me is wonderful. We’ll have to go shopping together again!”
“Queenie promised me a fishing trip next week–don’t you dare steal her from me!”
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It was her first time meeting them, and already Queenie had charmed the entire household.
No matter how hard Wendy had tried over the years, the Stevens had always looked down on her.
All except the old master.
“Grandfather.” Wendy greeted softly.
His eyes lit up.
“Wendy, come sit by me. Just now I was telling them–without you, this family would have fallen apart long ago. You’ve cared for Steven and Michael all these years.”
Steven’s expression soured.
“Grandfather, she’s my mother–it’s her duty to care for us!” Michael piped up.
The relatives echoed him.
“Exactly. That’s what a wife and mother is for. Otherwise, what use is she?”
The old master scowled.
“Enough!”
Wendy ignored their contempt and sat beside her grandfather.
She reached for the gift she’d bought–a set of antique sculptures–only to realize with a jolt it wasn’t with her.
“Grandfather, forgive me. I left your gift in Steven’s car. I’ll fetch it now.
But before she could rise, Queenie’s voice cut in sweetly.
“Sister, I rode with Steven just now. There was no gift in the car. Did you never buy one, and now you’re just making excuses?”
Wendy’s face darkened.
“Queenie, stop slandering me. I did buy a set of sculptures–Grandfather’s favorite.”
Her aunt sneered.
“Oh please. Those sculptures were Queenie’s gift! How shameless of you to claim credit.”
What?
Wendy’s eyes darted to the pile of presents. There–her chosen sculpture.
Queenie had stolen it.
Rage burned in her chest.
“Steven, you were with me when I bought it. Tell them!”
But Steven looked away, voice flat.
“We came here to check on Grandfather’s health. Whether you brought a gift isn’t important.”
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