Chapter 765 Gentle Spoiling 2
Cara finished her check-up two hours later.
Her body was covered in injuries, both new and old, so numerous they were almost uncountable.
She was also severely exhausted, though not in a life-threatening way, but she needed proper care.
At night, Cara stayed in a private hospital with dedicated caregivers.
Grace and Quentin booked a hotel.
Since meeting Cara, Grace had become unusually silent, almost like a different person.
On the way there, she had been talkative and playful, but now she was nearly speechless.
In the car, Grace leaned against Quentin, quietly watching the lights flash by outside the window.
"Are you hungry?" Quentin asked.
Grace shook her head.
"Do you want me to take a walk with you?"
She shook her head again.
"Are you tired?"
She nodded. This time, "Yes, I'm very sleepy and exhausted."
"Lie down and sleep on me."
"I'll wait until we get to the hotel; otherwise, I'll wake up when we get out."
Quentin gently stroked her hair, "Don't worry, sleep in my arms. If you fall asleep deeply, I'll carry you back."
"Okay."
She lay in his arms, listening to his heartbeat, and felt very calm, not scared anymore.
When they got out of the car, even though she hadn't fallen asleep, Quentin carried her to the hotel.
He placed her on the sofa, bathed her, and found towels and pajamas.
Finally, he took her hand and led her to the bathroom.
"The water temperature is perfect. A bath will help a lot. I'll be right outside; call me if you need anything," he said softly.
Seeing the bathtub, Grace frowned slightly.
Knowing what she was concerned about, Quentin explained, "The Taft Group's hotels are nationwide. Each location reserves at least one room specifically for me. Only I can stay in it; no one else will come."
"This is my room, and it's my first time here, so the bathtub is clean and unused."
Grace nodded.
After washing up, she relaxed, soaking in the large bathtub.
The water temperature was indeed perfect, and it was equipped with various massage features.
Half an hour later, Grace emerged feeling lighter and refreshed, and much more awake. But even so, the past scenes kept haunting her like nightmares, impossible to shake off.
As soon as the bathroom door opened, Quentin was waiting outside.
He bent down and carried her to the bed.
After drying her hair, he carefully tucked her in, "If you're sleepy, go ahead and sleep. You don't have to wait for me."
Grace shook her head, reached out, and hooked her tiny finger onto his shirt, her voice especially soft, "I want to wait for you."
"I want you to sleep with me, okay?"
Afraid he would refuse, Grace added, "I'm scared."
Quentin reached out and gently stroked her hair.
Hearing her say this, especially in such a pitiful and helpless, soft and cute manner, his heart instantly softened.
Unless she was extremely upset and hurt, she rarely spoke to him in this tone.
Holding her hand, he nodded seriously, "Okay, you lie down first. I'll take a quick shower and be right back."
"Be quick," her voice was even softer.
"Okay, wait for me."
At that moment, he was patient, almost extremely gentle, coaxing and pampering her.
Ten minutes later, holding Quentin and listening to his strong heartbeat, Grace finally fell asleep.
Quentin gently brushed aside the hair by her ear.
'Grace, what did you go through as a child? I'm sorry, it's my fault for not appearing sooner. If I had met you earlier, I wouldn't have gone anywhere. I would have stayed by your side to protect you.'
Seeing her like this, he felt immense heartache and thought to himself.
Grace slept very restlessly.
In her dreams, those terrifying scenes repeated, attacking her with fear.
"Mom, no, I'll be good, I'll be good."
"Dad, don't hit me."
"Help me, I'm so scared!"
She shouted, her hands helplessly clutching the bedsheet, a layer of sweat forming on her forehead.
She shook her head forcefully, her face full of pain and fear.
Quentin immediately grabbed her hand, gently holding her and soothing her.
"Grace, don't be afraid. I'll protect you."
Perhaps hearing his voice, Grace seemed to sense it and slowly calmed down.
That night, Quentin didn't sleep well, constantly worried about Grace in his arms.
The next day, they went to see Cara.
After a night's rest and hospital care, Cara's wounds had healed significantly, and she looked much better.
"Ms. Sanchez, as I mentioned yesterday, I'm Beth's friend. I know you want to get away from that man, but to protect Beth, and because it's hard to gather evidence, you're also afraid of even worse retaliation if he gets out. So you had no choice but to stay with him."
Cara nodded vigorously.
"Ms. Sanchez, don't worry. I've hired the best lawyer in the country. That man will be locked up for life and will never get out."
"Really?"
"Really, we'll find a way."
Hearing Grace's confident words, Cara finally believed.
"Okay, thank you, thank you so much."
"Ms. Sanchez, you've endured a hard life for Beth for half your life. Leave that man to us. You just need to stay in the hospital and recover."
"Once you're healed, you can go wherever you want."
Cara nodded happily, her eyes filled with obvious excitement and joy.
She rubbed her hands, feeling a bit emotional.
Previously, she dared to ask.
But now, since Beth's friend had arranged everything so well, Beth must have forgiven her.
"By the way, what's your name?"
"My name is Grace Morgan. You can call me Grace, Ms. Sanchez."
"Okay, Grace, then I want to ask, where is Beth?"
Grace froze, suddenly at a loss. How could she tell Cara in a way that would minimize the hurt?
Seeing Grace hesitate, Cara became anxious again, "Is Beth still mad at me? Has she not forgiven me?"
"It's not Beth's fault; it's my weakness. I couldn't give her a happy family. By the way, Grace, I heard Beth got married. They say her wedding photos can be seen on the phone."
"I don't know how to use those things. Can you help me see?" Cara asked, full of hope.
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