CHAPTER 329: CHAPTER 329: HOW BAD ARE YOUR INJURIES?

Just then, Thea limped into the room, wrapped in bandages from head to toe.

"Thea! What happened to you?" Chantelle rushed over, shocked, and helped her onto the sofa.

Thea burst into tears of joy when she saw Chantelle awake. She began telling the story of what had happened the day before as if it were a scene straight out of an action movie.

"How bad are your injuries? Are you okay?" Chantelle asked, worried as she looked at Thea, who was covered in bandages from head to toe. The smell of antiseptic strongly filled the air.

"She’s fine. Just surface wounds," Philip answered for Thea. "Didn’t you see how vigorous she was while telling you what happened the other day?"

"Hey! I’m still seriously injured, okay?" Thea huffed. "Yesterday, you all rushed to help Chantelle and left me in the car! I haven’t even complained about that yet!"

She quickly looked down, and pouted her lips, feeling a bit hurt.

I know I’m just a side character in this story... but would it kill someone to care about me too?

"Didn’t I come to save you right after I made sure Chantelle was okay? Everyone saw it!" Philip argued as he frowned deeply.

If I don’t clear this up, there’s no way I’m getting another free lunch from her!

Thea gave him a doubtful look, but she did vaguely remember someone in a protective suit charging toward her with a giant syringe.

So that person was Philip!

Her heart gave a small flutter as she looked at his hurt expression.

"Um... so how’s Ashton?" Chantelle asked. She hadn’t fully realized how much danger she was in yesterday, but after hearing Thea’s story, the fear started to sink in.

Thea told her that Ashton had taken control of the situation, and Chantelle felt deeply grateful.

Philip let out a sigh. "He’s the one who got hurt the most, but he’s already back at work. I tried to convince him to rest, but he wouldn’t listen. If you want to thank him, you should go through Daniel."

Yesterday, Philip and the other researchers got the results from the vial Daniel brought back from Trenton’s lab. They found out it was safe for them to be around Daniel without putting Chantelle in more danger.

But Daniel still carried the virus, and he could easily pass it to Chantelle.

For now, he still couldn’t see her in person. Even so, Philip hoped Chantelle would at least call him to check on him.

Daniel had risked his life to save her. A simple call from Chantelle would mean a lot to him.

Before Philip could say anything more, Thea suddenly interrupted quickly in a tense voice. "Chantie, don’t you think you should check Mr. Nelsen’s situation, too? I heard he’s badly injured."

"Mr. Nelsen has plenty of people looking after him at home. There’s no need to worry about him," Philip said, throwing a quick side-eye at Thea.

Hey, didn’t you say you were on my side? Philip screamed inside his head at Thea.

Thea rolled her eyes at him. That’s for ignoring me while I was stuck in the car! I don’t care what you want!

Chantelle didn’t notice the silent exchange between the two. She picked up her phone and made a call, not to Daniel or Oscar, but to Ashton.

"Ms. Chantelle," Ashton’s voice came from the other end. He sounded fine.

"How are your injuries? I need to thank you for saving me yesterday," Chantelle said sincerely. If it weren’t for Ashton, she might not have made it.

"Don’t mention it, Ms. Chantelle. I was just doing my job." Ashton replied, sneaking a quick glance at Daniel, who sat across from him, glaring with a dark expression. Ashton’s palm was damp with sweat.

"If you’re hurt, you should go to the hospital and get checked. You shouldn’t be moving around," Chantelle said in a concerned tone.

Ashton started to say, "Actually, Mr. Daniel—"

But before he could finish, the phone was snatched out of his hand.

Daniel’s cold voice came through the phone. "Are you done?"

Chantelle didn’t respond immediately. Ten seconds passed before she finally talked. "Mr. Wilson, I don’t think Ashton should be working after suffering such serious injuries. You should take him to the hospital."

"You really care about him," Daniel mumbled.

He couldn’t let her know he was the one who saved her yesterday. If she found out he was injured, she might come to see him. And as much as he wanted to see her, he couldn’t risk passing the virus to her.

Even so, just hearing her voice brought him comfort.

"He’s my savior, of course, I have to care about him." Chantelle quickly explained.

"I’m your husband. Why don’t you care about me?" Daniel blurted out.

It had been a long time since they last talked properly. Whenever Chantelle reached out, it was always about signing divorce papers or arranging a time to meet at the courthouse.

Was she really that eager to walk away from me for good?

The thought made his chest tighten. Frustration seeped into his voice.

"Do you even care whether I care about you?" Chantelle said as she let out a cold snort.

However, Daniel’s mood shifted the moment he caught the hint of jealousy in her voice. His anger faded, replaced by a silent flicker of hope.

"I see, so you’re jealous," Daniel said with a smile.

"And you’re still as full of yourself as ever," Chantelle shot back before ending the call, clearly annoyed.

He’s about to marry someone else, yet he won’t even let me see him. Why is he still messing with me like this? What a jerk!

"Ahem, Chantie, Daniel’s just bad at expressing himself. Don’t be mad," Philip said softly. He hadn’t heard what they talked about, but Chantelle’s face said everything.

"Bad at expressing himself? He’s the most cunning man I’ve ever met!" she retorted and glared at him before pulling Thea with her into another room.

Philip rubbed his nose and called Daniel. "Daniel, what’s wrong with you? You can’t see each other right now, so the only way to fix things is through calls. Why didn’t you make the most of that chance? Look how mad Chantie was!"

"Is she really that mad?" Daniel asked with a small smile. If she was angry, it meant she still cared for him.

"She glared at me a few times! What did you say to her this time? You know Oscar almost lost his life saving her yesterday. If you keep playing with her emotions, I’m pretty sure she’s going to stop caring about you!" Philip warned him furiously.