Chapter 46 William Gets Injured
No one saw it coming when Ella whipped out a shiny knife and aimed it right at Margaret.
Margaret's face got all serious. Just as she was about to kick the knife away, William jumped in, using his tall frame to shield her.
"Watch out!" William's deep voice had a mix of tension and worry. He grabbed Margaret with one arm and reached for Ella's knife-wielding arm with the other.
Margaret was totally caught off guard by William's sudden move.
She couldn't stop her kick in time and ended up nailing William in the thigh.
William wobbled, and the sharp blade nicked his hand, cutting it.
Pain hit him from both his leg and hand, and he let out a light sigh.
He could've easily grabbed Ella's hand, but he never saw Margaret's kick coming.
William was a bit dazed.
"You okay?" Margaret saw the pain on William's face and quickly asked, worried.
Her kick was meant for Ella, full force.
When William blocked her, she tried to pull back her foot, but he moved too fast, and the kick landed.
The sharp blade sliced William's right hand, and blood started pouring out, looking pretty bad.
"I'm fine." William's face was grim as he pressed the wound with his left hand, but his leg hurt even more.
"William, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I didn't expect to hurt you." Ella was also stunned by what just happened.
How did she end up stabbing William?
She was clearly aiming for Margaret!
Why would William risk his life to block the knife for Margaret?
It's all because of that bitch Margaret! If it weren't for her, William wouldn't be hurt!
"Margaret, you bitch! You got William hurt!"
Ella cursed loudly and was about to go after Margaret again when the security guards showed up. "Mr. Fisher, are you alright?"
Margaret pointed at Ella. "She stabbed Mr. Fisher, catch her quick."
"I didn't!" Seeing the security guards coming, Ella turned and bolted.
Margaret couldn't worry about Ella right now. She quickly checked William's wound. "Your hand's bleeding. We need to disinfect it and stop the bleeding, fast."
William gritted his teeth and pointed to a nearby car. "There's a first aid kit in the trunk."
"I'll help you to the car." Margaret looked at William's leg, feeling a wave of guilt.
If it weren't for saving her, William wouldn't be hurt.
Even though she didn't need his help at all.
Margaret helped William to the car and grabbed the first aid kit.
The kit had some basic supplies. Margaret took out alcohol and cotton swabs and carefully cleaned William's wound.
The cool sensation on his hand made William stare deeply at the woman in front of him, almost forgetting the pain.
Her bandaging skills were so good; did she have medical training?
How many more surprises did Margaret have up her sleeve?
She gently blew on the wound. "This might sting a bit, so hang tight."
The warm breath on William's hand felt oddly comforting, almost ticklish.
William felt like a feather was brushing the softest part of his chest, stirring up some hard-to-describe feelings.
He couldn't help but want to reach out and hold her hand.
Margaret thought he was getting impatient and quickly pressed his hand. "Don't move. Almost done."
Feeling the warmth of her palm, William's eyes softened like never before, and he spoke in a deep voice, "Thanks."
Margaret looked up, surprised; it was the first time William had said that.
"Margaret, are you sure we've never met before?" William suddenly leaned closer, a slight smile on his face.
The girl in front of him felt so familiar. He couldn't help but think she resembled the girl from his memories, Marjorie.
They were so close that his lips could touch her forehead with a slight tilt, and his warm breath lingered by her ear.
The name "Margaret" rolled off his tongue with a peculiar tenderness.
Margaret stiffened, looking at William in confusion.
Why did he always ask such weird questions?
How could they have met before?
Margaret rubbed her temples, trying to recall, but she had no memory of William.
The first time she met him was half a month ago at the Fisher residence.
Margaret was sure they had no prior connection; she had never seen William before.
Thinking of this, Margaret smiled. "Nope, I've always been in the countryside. How could we have met?"
"I see." William seemed thoughtful, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.
"Alright, stop overthinking. I haven't finished bandaging you yet." Margaret continued to bandage William.
After five minutes, she finally finished and sighed in relief.
William's hand injury, though bleeding a lot, was just a superficial wound. With proper disinfection and bandaging at the hospital, and some antibiotics, he should be fine.
But his leg injury seemed more serious.
Margaret packed up the first aid kit. "I only did basic first aid. You need to go to the hospital for a detailed check-up. I'll take you there."
William squinted slightly. "Can you drive?"
Margaret nodded. "Yeah, no problem."
Margaret got into the driver's seat, skillfully stepped on the gas, and headed towards the hospital.
William, sitting in the passenger seat, rubbed the spot where Margaret kicked him and suddenly spoke in a deep voice, "Why'd you kick me earlier? Trying to murder your fiancée?"
"What?" Margaret glared at William, annoyed. "I was aiming for Ella. How was I supposed to know you'd suddenly block me? If it weren't for you, I would've taken Ella down already."
"Really?" William's eyes deepened.
Margaret's kick was precise and powerful, not something an ordinary girl could do, even he couldn't dodge it.
So, his fiancée was also a martial arts expert?
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