Chapter 407 Yanhe
"Not a fan of Giselle, huh?"
Elsa prided herself on being indifferent to most people. Whether Giselle was good or bad, she couldn't care less.
She had a hunch that Giselle wasn't as fragile and innocent as she seemed—maybe even a bit two-faced—but that was none of her business.
Their only link was that Giselle was Lara's goddaughter. Elsa had no interest in competing with Giselle for favor, nor did she care about the King family's inheritance. So, naturally, she had no beef with her.
But if Giselle tried to go after Jonathan, Elsa wouldn't just sit back and watch.
Terry had sulfuric acid poured on him, causing severe burns on his right arm. Over half of his forearm needed skin grafts.
After he restrained Margaret, he passed out from the pain. When he came to, he was already bandaged up.
Luke was by his bedside, looking grim.
"Hey, I'm not dead yet, so quit looking like you're at my funeral," Terry quipped, trying to lighten the mood despite the pain.
Seeing Terry awake, Luke's face relaxed a bit, but his brow stayed furrowed.
"Why'd you take the hit for me? You think you need to save my woman?"
He stepped closer, standing over the bed, looking down at Terry with a mix of emotions.
"Terry, Elsa's got me. Do I look like I need your protection? Aren't you being a bit presumptuous?"
Even with today's advanced medical tech, the skin on Terry's forearm would never be the same.
This was just an arm injury. What if it had been his face?
Could he still represent the Clark Group?
"Luke, if you don't know how to thank me, just call me your godfather, serve me tea, and stop talking nonsense like a woman," Terry shot back, rolling his eyes.
"Don't worry about me. Go take care of Elsa. You're so devoted to her that if anything happened, you'd probably go on a rampage and make everyone pay."
Luke, for once, didn't argue. "Elsa's fine."
"She's fine, I'm fine. A real man isn't afraid of death, so why fear a little acid?" Terry said stubbornly, his face pale.
Luke knew how bad Terry's arm injury was. He stared at him for a long time before finally sighing deeply.
"That incident, I said it's in the past, so let it go. You don't have to do this."
Luke knew Terry was trying to make amends.
After Terry's affair with Margaret was exposed, Luke had verbally forgiven him and didn't use his financial evidence to send him to prison. But both knew their relationship would never be the same.
During this time, they still drank and talked together, sharing things openly, but the rift was there, unspoken but understood.
"Luke, even without that incident, I would have done the same," Terry said seriously, looking into Luke's eyes.
"I wronged you with that incident, and I owe you. This isn't about making amends."
"I told you, I've forgiven you," Luke said helplessly.
"No, you haven't, Luke. Don't lie to yourself."
One lying down, the other standing, both stubborn, at an impasse.
"Alright, you two, this is a life-and-death bond. Stop being so awkward," Karida, who had been eavesdropping outside, couldn't take it anymore and burst in, playing the peacemaker.
"Come on, shake hands and be friends again." He grabbed their hands and forced them together.
When Elsa and Jonathan walked in, they were greeted by the strange sight of the three men.
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