Chapter 277 Bloodshed
A crowd had gathered outside the hospital room. Amber knew she couldn't just stand there, so she bent down to help Rodolfo up.
"Rodolfo, I brought you here to see Maria. How could you do this? That money is for her treatment, not your expenses!" she snapped.
Before she could finish, Rodolfo shook off her hand. "This is none of your business!" he retorted.
Amber pursed her lips and stepped aside.
Amelia dispersed the onlookers, blocked the door, and entered Maria's room. Seeing Amber, her eyes darkened slightly.
"Maria needs a test soon. Please take her to get ready," Amelia said calmly to Sandra.
Sandra, understanding Amelia was helping them out, nodded, took Maria's hand, and left the room.
After a glance at Amber, Amelia left too.
Rodolfo watched Amelia leave, gritted his teeth, and picked up the fruit knife from the floor, clutching it tightly.
Amber's face changed. She wanted to warn Amelia but held back.
Rushing out of Maria's room, knife clenched tightly, Rodolfo thundered after Amelia, a storm of curses brewing within him. He seethed, blaming Amelia for the chaos that now engulfed his life, a stark contrast to the control he once held over his circumstances before her arrival in Tideport City.
If only Maria and Sandra had remained in Tideport City, he could have manipulated the situation, playing the victim to secure forgiveness. Perhaps Sandra would have relented, swayed by Maria's influence. But Amelia's intervention, whisking them off to Kasfee for treatment, shattered his plans, yanking control from his grasp.
Stripped of his financial lifeline, his affairs laid bare for all to see, Rodolfo found his accounts frozen by Sandra and other benefactors, plunging him into a dire predicament. Amidst the wreckage of his professional life, his company, under mounting pressure, swiftly terminated his employment due to his liaison with Aria.
Now, faced with Aria's ultimatum demanding an exorbitant sum, the threat of abortion looming over their unborn child, Rodolfo found himself trapped in a mire of despair. In his eyes, every misfortune, every setback, traced back to Amelia—a singular target for his mounting frustration and rage.
As Amelia walked down the corridor, someone suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her into an embrace. Her head hit his chest, making her dizzy.
Then, the air filled with the smell of blood and exclamations.
"Frederick!" Amber cried, covering her mouth in panic.
Amelia looked up to see Frederick grabbing the knife Rodolfo had thrust at her with his bare hand.
Blood flowed from his palm.
Rodolfo, seeing Frederick protecting Amelia, was stunned and tried to pull the knife back.
But Frederick held on tightly and kicked Rodolfo hard.
Felix quickly brought people over to restrain him. Even while being restrained, Rodolfo cursed at Amelia.
"You bitch! It's because of you that I'm in this situation! You meddle in other people's marriages; you'll go to hell!"
Chaos reigned in the bustling scene as Amelia exerted pressure on Frederick's wounded hand, determined to halt the flow of blood before guiding him towards the emergency room.
With a sense of urgency, Jessica and the rest of the treatment team hurried in, visibly alarmed by Frederick's condition. Witnessing his injury, Jessica's expression shifted abruptly, propelling her to join Amelia.
The gash on Frederick's palm oozed crimson, a stark contrast against the pallor of his skin, demanding immediate attention to staunch the bleeding and suture the wound shut. Despite her familiarity with various injuries, a rare moment of vulnerability crept upon Amelia, her hands quivering ever so slightly as she cradled Frederick's hand in a bid to offer comfort amid the turmoil.
Seeing the sweat on her forehead, Frederick gently reassured her, "I'm fine. It doesn't hurt at all."
As he spoke, Amelia was cleaning his wound with antiseptic, causing him to gasp in pain.
Amelia glanced at him and softened her movements. "It hurts a bit. Bear with it," she said softly.
Frederick, hearing this, endured the pain without making a sound.
Jessica pushed a cart of tools into the room, glanced at Frederick's injury, and said while putting on gloves, "I'll do the stitching for Mr. Hastings."
Frederick looked up at Jessica and replied coldly, "No need."
"Let her do it. My hands are a bit shaky right now," Amelia said, realizing her hands were trembling. Letting Jessica do the stitching was the best choice. No matter how strong her mental fortitude was, Frederick was injured because of her, and her emotions were affected, making her flustered.
Jessica felt a flash of displeasure at Frederick's refusal but quickly calmed down and smiled. "Mr. Hastings, don't worry. I have a gentle touch."
Frederick remained silent with a poker face.
Jessica administered anesthesia to Frederick. While waiting for it to take effect, she glanced at Amelia and said, "Dr. Davis, you should check on Maria. She must have been scared. I'll handle things here."
"Thank you." Amelia was grateful for her help and let go of her previous grudges.
As she was about to leave, Frederick grabbed her hand. "Don't go," he said in a low, serious tone.
Jessica's expression stiffened, sensing the subtle relationship between Frederick and Amelia.
She forced a smile. "Mr. Hastings might be a bit scared. Dr. Davis, maybe you should stay."
Jessica had noticed Amelia's shaky state earlier. As doctors, they all knew that if they weren't in the right state of mind, they shouldn't handle any surgical tools.
"No, you do it. I'll assist you," Amelia firmly refused.
Jessica glanced at Frederick's hand tightly gripping Amelia's coat, remained silent for a few seconds, and then began stitching Frederick's wound.
After the stitching, Amelia bent down to bandage Frederick's hand and softly explained the precautions. Frederick listened attentively, his deep blue eyes fixed on Amelia, a faint light in his gaze.
Jessica could sense Frederick's interest in Amelia, which made her secretly unhappy. She left the emergency room.
Felix had already sent Rodolfo to the police station and was waiting outside the emergency room. Seeing Amelia and Frederick come out together, he hurried over, looking anxious.
He softly scolded, "Mr. Hastings, even if you were worried about Ms. Davis getting hurt, you shouldn't have caught the knife with your hand! You can't let your concern make you act recklessly. And it had to be your right hand. Now, dressing and eating will be extremely inconvenient. You don't have anyone to take care of you. How will you manage?"
As Felix spoke, his eyes darted to Amelia, almost explicitly suggesting she take care of Frederick.
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