CHAPTER 194: CHAPTER 198 AT ANY TIME

He placed her ankle in his palm, gently massaging it, and she immediately furrowed her brows again, letting out a soft cry.

"Does it hurt a lot?" he asked.

"A bit," she answered.

"Let’s go to the hospital," Kyle instructed the driver.

"There’s no need to go to the hospital. I’ll just spray some pain relief and bruise ointment on it later," Mabel said.

"To the hospital," Kyle insisted firmly.

The driver’s car headed toward the hospital. While in the car, Mabel briefly recounted the restaurant incident to Kyle and then said, "I don’t regret slapping Hannah. It’s just that I didn’t expect she would do something like that." It was almost like attempted murder.

"You still need to be careful in the future. I’ll assign two bodyguards to follow you, so this kind of thing doesn’t happen again," Kyle said. As for the woman who knocked Mabel down the stairs, the price she’d pay wouldn’t be just that leg.

"No need," Mabel quickly interjected. If there were really two bodyguards following her, she would be the center of attention wherever she went, and how could she live a normal life? "I’ll be careful in the future, I’ll make sure I’m safe."

He looked at her intently.

"Don’t worry. Besides, I’m training now, right? I’ll practice more, and people like Hannah are in the minority anyway," she said.

He looked at her intently, and as she raised her hand to swear and repeatedly promised, he pulled her into his arms, "Make sure to take care of your safety, nothing can happen to you."

"Alright, I got it," she said, just feeling like he was overly anxious.

But this anxiety of his, oddly enough, made her feel a sense of warmth inside.

At the hospital, the doctor examined Mabel’s ankle, determined it was just a sprain, and prescribed some topical ointment.

"Is your shoulder injured too?" the doctor suddenly asked.

"No," Mabel said, puzzled, glancing naturally at her shoulder. At this glance, she saw some bloodstains on her shoulder.

The bloodstains... Suddenly, she shivered, looking up at Kyle. Today he was wearing all black, so even if there was some bleeding, it wouldn’t be noticeable without careful observation.

At this moment, Kyle’s face was slightly pale. Mabel hurriedly asked, "Is the wound on your shoulder...bleeding again?" Besides this, she couldn’t think of any other possibility, after all, he had caught her with his hands when she fell down the stairs with significant force.

He said nonchalantly, "Yes, it bled a little, no big deal. I was planning to see a doctor after I sent you home." He spoke lightly, as if the wound on his shoulder was nothing worth mentioning.

He could be so concerned about her sprain, yet he was indifferent to his own injury.

Mabel felt a little heartbroken, unsure of what kind of feeling this was.

When the doctor examined Kyle’s wound, it turned out the recently healed wound had indeed opened up, blood seeping out. Mabel didn’t look away, watching the doctor tend to Kyle’s wound, seeing the gauze slowly cover and bind the lacerated area. She told herself silently, these injuries of his were all suffered for her.

Back at the Kinston’s residence, Kyle asked Mabel, "About what happened today, do you want someone to pay a price?"

Mabel blinked, not quite understanding what he meant.

"Like Lyra Grant, like Hannah, like your homeroom teacher," he said.

She thought about it, "The way you handled it today already vented my anger."

Kyle chuckled gently. She was indeed a bit simple-minded. Did she think that was enough?

"Lyra Grant relies on Joseph Grant’s influence. Have you ever considered that you could also rely on my influence, and naturally, a lot of people would try to please you, and no one would dare to speak against you or raise a hand to you," Kyle said.

Mabel imagined herself surrounded by people trying to please her and couldn’t help but shiver, "Forget it, I hope one day to achieve all that through my own strength."

"It’s up to you," he said lightly, "but you should know, whenever you want to rely on my influence, you can." He took her hand, kissed her palm, and then moved her palm to his heart.

Through his clothes, her palm seemed to still feel the powerful beating of his heart, strong and steady.