Chapter 520 As Long As You Were By My Side
"I'll take you back to your room to rest," Phillipe said, knowing Abella was still hurt. He picked her up gently. "Get some sleep. When the plane lands, we'll head back."
Abella wrapped her arms around him. "Winston, let me know when Nicole wakes up."
"Sure thing."
Watching them, Winston felt a pang of loneliness.
"I know you're in a lot of pain," Phillipe whispered, kissing her softly as he carried her upstairs. "I wish I could tear them apart for hurting you."
He couldn't stand the thought of anyone being rough with Abella. Even he couldn't bring himself to say a harsh word to her.
Seeing the bruises on her arms and legs, Phillipe felt a deep sorrow, wishing he could take all her pain away.
"Little said he'd put some pain relief ointment on you when you woke up. I'll help you with it later," Phillipe said as he carried her to the second floor. "Where's your bedroom?"
He'd never been to her room before and didn't know the way.
"Over there," Abella pointed with her chin, smiling faintly at his chiseled jawline. "Those guys are drug-enhanced since they were kids. It's no wonder they're strong."
"That's no excuse for hurting you," Phillipe said, heading to the bedroom. "I had a custom medical kit made for you, just like the one you had. I'll give it to you when we get back."
Abella was surprised by his thoughtfulness. "I have plenty of medical kits."
"But that one was special to you."
Phillipe had someone replicate the patterns on it. It wasn't perfect, but it was close.
Abella smiled, her eyes soft as she looked at him.
When Phillipe carried her into the bedroom, the returning servants were shocked. They couldn't believe Phillipe was in Abella's room, and she didn't mind at all.
They exchanged glances, realizing Abella truly treated him differently.
Phillipe gently placed Abella on the bed. "Where's the pain relief ointment?"
"I'll have someone help me with it later."
"No," Phillipe said firmly. "Let me do it."
He'd feel useless otherwise.
"The room over there, second drawer from the left in the first row."
"Got it."
Phillipe walked into the room, which looked like a mini-pharmacy connected to the bedroom, with at least a hundred drawers filled with medicines. A faint medicinal scent filled the air.
He opened the second drawer from the left, finding pain relief ointment, capsules, tablets—stuff one couldn't find on the market. They must have been developed by Abella.
Taking out a jar of ointment, Phillipe walked back to Abella. "Did you get hurt a lot before?"
'Is that why this room is stocked with so many medicines?' he wondered.
"When I first arrived, I got injured a bit."
Her brief explanation reminded Phillipe of what her subordinates had said: she had almost lost her life when she first arrived, and it was Raymond who had saved her.
'How many times had she been hurt, hiding in this small pharmacy to treat her wounds?' he thought.
Feeling immense sorrow, he sat down, his voice filled with heartache. "Let me see the wound on your back."
"It really doesn't hurt."
"It's already split open," Phillipe said, having heard it from Sam, who got it from the doctor.
"Let me see." He coaxed her for a while before she reluctantly agreed. Gently, he lifted her shirt.
When the long, bloody scar on her back came into view, his eyes misted with tears.
'Damn it. Those bastards! How could they hurt her so badly'
Phillipe's anger was mixed with a tearing pain in his heart. His eyes reddened, unsure where to start.
The wound on her fair, delicate skin was shocking.
Phillipe didn't dare to imagine how much pain had she endured when she got this wound, but he couldn't help it. In his irrational state, he wanted to uproot the entire Umbra League and eradicate them.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Lying on the bed, Abella turned her head to see Phillipe's red eyes.
"I'm fine." Abella smiled. "It'll be better in a couple of days."
Phillipe's eyes were filled with fury, and because of Abella's comfort, his eyes looked even redder. He asked hoarsely, "How did you get hurt?"
"There were a lot of people at the time, and I wasn't paying attention."
"You're lying. With your skills, you could protect yourself. You must have been protecting Nicole." Phillipe knew Abella got hurt because she was trying to save someone.
"Nicole's injuries were also because of me." Abella was afraid he'd hold a grudge against Nicole, so she explained, "She told me to leave several times and deliberately distracted those people."
Because of this, Nicole had also got hurt.
Both of them had done their best to protect each other.
"I'm not blaming her." Phillipe knew that in such a situation, they would both risk their lives to protect each other. He was angry at those people, that organization.
He would make everyone involved pay a heavy price!
Anyone related to the Umbra League, he wouldn't spare a single one!
Seeing how upset he was, Abella softly said, "Come here."
Phillipe knelt on one knee in front of her, his handsome face filled with sorrow and guilt, meeting her gaze.
Abella raised her hand and patted his head. "It's okay. We'll get back at them later."
"I'm sorry, Abella." Phillipe pressed his lips to hers, looking at her with sorrow. "I didn't protect you... If I had known, I wouldn't have let you go with Raymond."
If they had to go, they should have gone together.
He would rather Abella blame him for being immature, for not giving her enough freedom and trust, as long as he could protect her.
At least in that way, she wouldn't have got hurt.
If he had been there, he could have at least stayed to protect her.
"It's not your fault." Abella looked into his eyes and smiled. "Weren't you going to help me apply the ointment?"
The weather was a bit cold, and her back was still exposed.
"If I press too hard, you have to tell me." Pressing his lips to hers again, Phillipe, with a heavy heart, began to apply the ointment.
The shocking scar made him plan his revenge against the Umbra League in his mind.
"Seriously, I could show you a one-handed handstand."
Abella's words successfully made him laugh. "You might as well show me how to be a good wife and mother. Let me experience it."
"What if I'm not a good wife and mother?"
"Then no one else is."
Abella laughed. "But I don't think I can ever really fit that role in my life."
"You don't have to be a good wife or mother. Just be yourself," Phillipe said gently, "In front of me, just be yourself. I just need you by my side."
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