Chapter 207 Alaric is Seriously Injured
Cecilia's eyes flickered.
She turned to Cassius, "You don't know her?"
"Why should I know someone so obscure?" Cassius shot back.
In this life, the drama between Cassius and Lily started because of Cecilia?
Cecilia felt a bit sorry for Lily.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" Cassius asked, feeling uneasy.
"Nothing," Cecilia snapped out of it. "It's late, I'm heading back."
"Yeah, it's about time," Cassius muttered, glancing at Alaric. "Some people might fall apart if we don't."
Cecilia was confused. Who would fall apart? Cassius didn't explain. If Alaric wasn't talking, what could he say?
The three of them left the Tower of Light together. Augustus drove, Cassius sat in the front, and Alaric and Cecilia were in the back. The car was quiet.
"How about dinner together?" Cecilia suddenly asked, thinking she should treat them for spending the day with her, even though they seemed to be just hanging around.
"No," Cassius said bluntly. "If I get back any later, someone might get killed."
Cecilia frowned. 'What's up with Cassius today?'
The car fell silent again until they arrived at Alaric's villa. Cecilia and Alaric got out. Cassius stayed in the car, rolling down the window. "Cecilia, take it easy. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but life is more important."
Cecilia glanced back, puzzled. Did Cassius lose his mind tonight? She couldn't understand a word he said.
Alaric ignored Cassius, took Cecilia's hand, and walked into the villa.
George greeted them warmly, "Mr. Whitaker, you're back."
Alaric instructed, "Get Maurice William over."
George's face changed.
Cecilia felt something was off. 'Who is Maurice? Why did George react so strongly?'
"A minor injury," Alaric said lightly.
'Minor injury? Was Alaric hurt?' Cecilia suddenly understood what Cassius had said.
"Don't worry, I won't die," Alaric reassured her, seeing her expression. "Just help me upstairs."
He leaned on her shoulder, almost crushing her. He was heavy as a rock. She struggled to help him upstairs and onto the bed. Lying down, Alaric's face was pale.
Where was he hurt? She hadn't noticed anything all day.
"Really, I won't die," Alaric said softly, his voice weak.
"What happened to you?"
"A small matter."
"Alaric..."
"I want to sleep for a while. Be quiet," Alaric said, his tone domineering but voice weak.
Cecilia wanted to ask more but saw he had already closed his eyes, looking peaceful. She held back and stayed silent, keeping him company. After a while, a man walked in.
It was Maurice. He looked to be in his forties, wore glasses, and had a scholarly vibe. He carried a high-tech medical kit, not your usual household one.
Maurice went straight to Alaric. "Gunshot wound?"
"Yes," Alaric replied, eyes closed.
Cecilia was shocked. Alaric had a gunshot wound?
"Where?" Maurice asked, unfazed.
"Near the heart."
"Was the bullet removed?" Maurice asked, unbuttoning Alaric's suit and shirt. Underneath, a gash was crudely closed with duct tape, still bloody.
Cecilia was horrified.
As Maurice was about to tear off the tape, Alaric looked at Cecilia. "You should go out."
Cecilia was stunned, and their eyes met. She didn't know what to say.
"Go get something to eat. Bring me some porridge later," Alaric said.
Cecilia knew he didn't want her to see his injuries. She turned and left, understanding he had vulnerabilities and truths he wasn't ready to share.
In the room, Maurice tore off the tape, revealing an inflamed, festering wound.
"How did this happen?" Maurice asked while cleaning it.
"Carelessness."
"Were you discovered?"
"Almost," Alaric said, enduring the pain.
"You've always been cautious."
Alaric gripped the bedsheet, controlling the pain.
"A little closer and you would've died," Maurice noted.
Alaric's lips were pale, his face and body covered in sweat.
"Be more careful next time," Maurice advised, focusing on Alaric's health.
The room fell silent. Alaric was in extreme pain but made no sound. After a long time, Maurice bandaged the wound.
"I'll hold off on the anti-inflammatory fluids for now. More if there's any sign of infection," Maurice said.
Alaric nodded slightly.
Maurice packed up his kit. "Want me to call your wife in?"
"Let me rest for a while," Alaric's deep voice was soft.
Maurice nodded, then said, "I heard from Cassius that you and Cecilia are close."
Alaric didn't respond, still digesting the pain.
"The fall of a dynasty," Maurice smiled, "is always related to a woman's interference."
"Did they ask you to tell me that?" Alaric looked up, his face recovering.
"Yes," Maurice admitted.
"Tell them they're overthinking," Alaric's voice was back to normal.
"Okay," Maurice nodded. "Should I open the door now?"
"You can leave too."
Maurice shrugged, used to Alaric's coldness. He picked up his kit and opened the door.
Outside, Cecilia was waiting with a bowl of porridge.
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