CHAPTER 80: CHAPTER 79: SENSE OF SECURITY

Mrs. Reed was shocked, looking at Sienna Thornton, then at Simon Forrester: "What are you saying? You want to marry her?"

Simon Forrester nodded, "Yes."

He tried to take a step forward, reaching out to Mrs. Reed, "Come on, give me the knife. We’re all family now; let’s not do this."

"How is that possible?" Mrs. Reed suddenly came to her senses and questioned loudly, "How could the Forrester Family let you marry this kind of woman? Are you lying to me?"

Simon Forrester’s action not only didn’t save Sienna Thornton but also infuriated Mrs. Reed, who thought Sienna Thornton must be Thomas Reed’s mistress. That’s the only reason why Simon Forrester would lend her a place to stay and even lie to save her.

She pressed the knife harder, causing Sienna Thornton to cry out softly in pain, her expression in agony.

Simon Forrester gritted his teeth, took out his phone, found the "marriage certificate" photo with Sienna Thornton, enlarged it, and held it up to Mrs. Reed’s face, "Take a good look!"

Seeing the content and photo clearly, Mrs. Reed’s expression shifted from painful distortion to great joy, but she seemed unable to fully believe it, murmuring to herself, "Are you planning a secret marriage? Does Thomas know? Does Thomas know you got married?"

"He knows, he was our matchmaker." Simon Forrester’s tone was calm, though at this moment, he was extremely worried and enraged, constantly reminding himself that angering this madwoman in front of him would only be detrimental to Sienna Thornton.

"Come on, give me the knife, we’re all family; we’ll see each other in the future, let’s not do this..."

Seeing Mrs. Reed put down the knife, he took the opportunity to snatch it away from her hand, fold it, and place it in his pocket, then carried the bleeding Sienna Thornton to the sofa.

"Auntie! Get the first aid kit!" Simon Forrester finally showed his emotions at this moment, shouting urgently and angrily.

Auntie King came out of the kitchen, trembling, and ran to the storage room to find the first aid kit.

Simon Forrester squatted beside the sofa, carefully checking Sienna Thornton’s wound.

The cut on her neck wasn’t deep, only grazing the surface of the skin, but the cut on her cheek was slightly deeper, possibly reaching the dermis, which was why it bled so much.

"No, if we just sterilize and bandage it, it’ll leave a scar." Simon Forrester shook his head, teeth marks visible on his cheek from clenching his jaw.

Sienna Thornton, in a semi-conscious state, saw Simon Forrester drenched in sweat, his eyes red.

Afterward, she knew nothing more.

When she woke up again, she was in the hospital. The first thing she did was touch her cheek, feeling the bandage on it.

The man stood by the window, talking on the phone, tall and upright, dressed in a navy blue suit.

Sienna Thornton struggled to sit up, and the man, hearing the noise, hung up the phone and turned around.

Seeing his face, Sienna Thornton suddenly felt at ease.

Simon Forrester came over to help raise the bed, softly asking, "How are you feeling?"

"Dizzy," Sienna Thornton said, "Could you find me a mirror?"

Simon Forrester immediately took out a small round mirror from his pocket and handed it to her.

Sienna Thornton immediately looked at her face, but could only see bandages covering the wound, unable to see anything else. Feeling more uncertain, she tilted her pale, delicate face and pitifully asked, "Is the wound big? Will it leave a scar?"

"Not big," Simon Forrester demonstrated a length of about 1 centimeter with his thumb and index finger, "The doctor assured me it won’t leave a single scar."

"That’s good," Sienna Thornton sighed in relief, looking down at the cute little mirror in her hand, "You saved me again."