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“Don’t overthink it,” she chided. “You can leave now. I think Harold is alright—it’s nothing serious. I’ll take care of things here.”
Jeremy hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Alright. If you need anything, call me.”
“Sure,” Emily replied with a small smile.
Once Jeremy disappeared down the hallway, she turned and pushed open the door to Harold’s room.
Inside, Harold was propped up on his elbows, peeking toward the doorway, clearly having been watching her and Jeremy moments before.
When Emily stepped inside, his eyes lit briefly—then, in a heartbeat, he flopped back dramatically onto the bed and let out a pained, theatrical cry of pain.
Emily rushed forward, concern flashing in her eyes, and helped ease him down against the pillows. “Are you okay?”
Harold reached up, catching her hand, and guided it toward the side of his face where Lucas’s punch had landed. “It hurts so badly here,” he murmured with a small cry. “Can you… rub it? Just a little? It really hurts.”
Emily tried to pull her hand back. “How about I get the doctor to check on you instead?”
But Harold clung to her hand, pulling her back down to sit beside him.
“Leave it. It’s not that serious,” he said in a rush, not giving her a chance to stand. “Don’t go. Just… stay here with me. I only want a little company.” His eyes softened into a pleading gaze.
Emily exhaled slowly, then stayed seated. She studied him for a moment before asking, “Don’t you have any family I can call?”
His expression shifted instantly—pure innocence and quiet sorrow. “I don’t have any family,” he said, his voice soft and almost trembling. “I don’t have anyone. No parents, no relatives, no money… I grew up in an orphanage. There’s no one to take care of me.”
Emily’s heart tightened. “Really? You don’t have anyone?” she asked, her voice tinged with worry and sympathy.
He nodded solemnly.
Her hand came up to pat his shoulder gently, her gaze warm with pity. ‘He’s so handsome… yet he’s been through somuch.How hard it must be to live without any support, coming from a background like that.’
“Don’t worry,” she said softly. “From now on, I’ll take care of you.”
A burst of delight lit Harold’s face. “You’re the best, Miss Emily!” In the next instant, he leaned toward her and nuzzled his face against her arm like a contented puppy, murmuring in a low voice, “I feel very weak… Can I lean my head on your shoulder for a little while?”
Emily answered in a gentle, kind voice, “Alright.”
Harold began leaning forward to rest his head on her shoulder when suddenly Sebastian’s voice thundered through the room.
“Do you need a few punches from me to get all better?” His tone was chillingly calm as he strode into the hospital room.
Harold’s eyes widened, and he quickly grabbed the blanket covering himself, pulling it over his face in a desperate attempt to hide. But Sebastian was already at his bedside, yanking the blanket away.
Harold gave him a sheepish grin and let out a nervous laugh. “Brother… what are you doing here?” He turned to the other side of the bed, snatching the water bottle from the bedside table. “Do you want some water to cool down?”
Emily stood, frowning between Sebastian and Harold. Confusion and suspicion flickered across her face. “Brother?” she asked. “Sebastian… is your brother?” Her voice dropped, tinged with disbelief. “But didn’t you just say you don’t have any family, that you’re an orphan?”
Adam, who had walked in behind Sebastian, immediately stepped forward on the other side of Harold’s bed, his posture threatening.
Sebastian’s gaze snapped to Harold, his voice cutting and dangerous. “If you lie to Emily again, I’ll break every bone in your body. You’ll then spend years in this hospital to get your head straightened out.”
Emily instantly stepped between Sebastian and Harold, pushing him slightly back from the bed, her eyes tense. “He got hurt because of me. Don’t scold him.”.
Adam’s eyes flared in surprise. He looked furious, about to scold Emily for defending Harold—but Sebastian turned his burning gaze on her. His lips twitched with anger and jealousy, and his eyes seared into hers like flames.
“You care about him?” he said, stepping forward until he was uncomfortably close, looking down at her with an intimate, dangerous intensity.
The heat of his stare made Emily freeze. She raised her hands instinctively to keep a distance between them. “No… don’t get any ideas! What are you talking about? He’s just my friend,” she stammered, desperate to salvage the situation before she was dragged into Sebastian’s maniacal gaze.
