CHAPTER 732: CHAPTER 732: ALL IS SETTLED

The police stayed at the dock to collect evidence and make records, while everyone else returned home.

Jasper Sinclair took Nora Northwood to the hospital for a full-body examination.

Her wrist was dislocated, but otherwise, there was no major issue, requiring hospital care and observation.

Once they watched the medical staff leave, Nora solemnly said, "Why have I been visiting the hospital so often lately?"

Jasper Sinclair held her hand, pulling her into his arms, careful not to touch her injured wrist, and comforted softly, "This time was an accident. Jenson Sinclair won’t cause any more trouble for a while, and wherever you go, I’ll have Francis accompany you."

"Got it."

Nora nodded quietly, not daring to imagine the outcome if she had fallen off the yacht... The tears she had barely managed to suppress filled her eyes again.

In another examination room at the hospital.

Lily Sloan, clad in dirty clothes, was locked in a chair, staring blankly, unsure what she was thinking.

When the doctor came in from outside, she involuntarily shrank back.

Her condition was not much better than Nora’s. Although there were no physical injuries, her psychological state had suffered a considerable blow.

Especially when she was pressed onto the gambling table by those thugs.

Lily thought she might need to see a psychologist.

The next day, Finnian Lawrence went to the hospital to visit but found the ward empty. Panic-stricken, he hurriedly called Nora.

"Is Lily Sloan with you?"

Over the phone, Nora’s enthusiasm was waning, and she said, "She’s gone to see a psychologist."

"Understood."

"What happened on the yacht frightened her quite a bit. Jasper introduced her to a very professional doctor, should be done later; if you’re not busy, you can wait in the ward."

Before the call ended, Lily Sloan pushed open the door from outside the ward.

She was wearing a loose hospital gown, looking slightly better than yesterday.

Seeing Finnian Lawrence, she was a bit stunned, instinctively asking, "Why are you here?"

"My girlfriend is hospitalized; shouldn’t I come to see her?"

Finnian Lawrence was not satisfied with Lily Sloan’s reaction, always feeling a bit distant.

He didn’t like such a calm Lily Sloan, with even the light missing from her eyes; he preferred when she chattily argued.

"Brought some lunch, prepared by Auntie."

Auntie took care of Lily Sloan for a while, knowing her tastes and preferences. Upon hearing about last night’s incident, she specially made her favorite dishes.

Poached shrimp, garlic lettuce, stir-fried beef... Bland yet tasty.

Lily Sloan’s appetite was piqued, her steps becoming increasingly light.

Finnian Lawrence stopped her from reaching for the chopsticks first, "Clean your hands first."

Saying this, he used a disinfectant wipe to neatly arrange her fingers one by one and then helped roll up her sleeves.

Lily Sloan examined Finnian Lawrence’s hands, thinking if she were into hands, she would definitely be enamored with them.

His fingers were slender, joints distinct—the pinnacle of beauty.

As she looked, she suddenly said, "Your hands are really beautiful; you should consider being a hand model."

"Soaked in perfume every day, they are more delicate than ordinary people’s hands."

Lily Sloan nodded and then buried herself in drinking porridge.

Auntie had been simmering the salty bone porridge for hours—no takeout could compare.

As she was enjoying herself, a pair of hands appeared beside her ear.

Finnian Lawrence tied her hair into a low ponytail at the back of her head.

The delicate skin gently brushed against her cheek, stirring feelings within.