Chapter 870 Applying Medicine to Her Wound
Evan could sense her grievance but didn't offer any comfort. Perhaps his silence made Grace feel at ease, and she began to open up more and more.
Over the years, she had bottled up a lot of grievances, and it seemed she had finally found an outlet. She kept venting non-stop.
It was the first time Evan had heard her talk so much—resentful, aggrieved, and sad—making her seem more alive.
He had always thought Grace was a dull and dazed beauty. She was very pretty and had a certain charm when acting, but she was otherwise quite boring.
Previously, when they were filming together, he took care of her a lot because of Phoebe. She always thanked him very formally and was very reserved around him.
Evan, who was used to seeing different types of beautiful actresses, initially found her fresh and interesting, but gradually lost interest and only remained polite to her.
Now, looking at her eyes, red and watery from tears, even her nose was red. She looked quite beautiful when she cried.
Grace didn't know what Evan was thinking; otherwise, she would have called him a pervert. She was too caught up in her own sadness.
"I just want a home, but nowhere feels like home. In the Sullivan family, they treat me like an outsider. In the Reynolds family, they don't see me as family either. I always feel out of place with them," Grace rambled on, even annoying herself.
With tear-filled eyes, she asked Evan, "Am I particularly pathetic?"
At a red light, the car came to a stop. Evan turned his head to look at her, her eyes red like a rabbit's, and felt a slight stir in his heart.
He was momentarily stunned.
Grace was silent for a few seconds, then turned her face away. She didn't cry anymore; she had hoped Evan would comfort her a bit.
Now it seemed she had hoped for the wrong person. How could the high-and-mighty Evan comfort her?
The car sped forward, passing a pharmacy along the way. Evan put on a hat and mask, went into the pharmacy to buy some ointment, and then drove off.
This time, he drove all the way to a deserted riverside before stopping. Grace opened the car door and got out. The late-night autumn wind lifted her hair, making her figure look even more slender.
Evan grabbed the plastic bag and got out of the car, quickly catching up to her. They walked side by side towards the embankment. The river wind was strong, lifting the hems of their clothes.
Evan found a spot and pulled Grace over. "Take care of the wounds on your hands and face. You rely on this face for work. What if it leaves a scar?"
Grace was pressed to sit on a stone bench by the river. She watched as he unwrapped the ointment, then a bag of cotton balls, gently soaking one in liquid. He bent down and pressed the cotton ball to the scratch marks on her face.
"Ouch!" Grace winced in pain, tears welling up. She looked at Evan with a pained expression, "Evan, do you have something against me?"
Evan's expression showed a flicker of unease, "No, I don't. I've just never treated anyone's wounds before, so I might be a bit rough. Do you want to do it yourself?"
"You're lying. I saw you treat the female lead's wounds very gently in the shows you acted in." Grace had watched his TV dramas.
Evan's once-popular TV dramas had been replayed for years, and she still remembered the lines.
Evan cleared his throat, "You handle it yourself."
He stuffed the cotton ball into Grace's hand and sat down beside her. Grace pursed her lips, took out a makeup mirror from her bag, but the dim light made it hard to see clearly.
Holding the makeup mirror in one hand, she clumsily disinfected her wounds with the other. The alcohol stung, making her gasp in pain, and she fanned her hand.
Evan watched her, "Does it hurt a lot?"
"Yeah." Grace blinked away the tears of pain, enduring the stinging sensation as she gently dabbed her face, gasping in pain.
Evan found himself wanting to laugh at her expression.
"If it hurts so much, why didn't you dodge when they hit you? Are you stupid?"
Grace gave him a resentful look, "If you didn't say such things, I'd feel a lot better."
Evan raised his hands in surrender, "Alright, alright, I won't say anything. Apply some ointment. Scratches from nails are hard to heal."
Grace's hands were full. She looked at Evan, who, with a resigned expression, helped her open the ointment tube, squeezed out some ointment, and held the mirror for her.
Grace wiped her fingertips with a cotton ball to disinfect them, then applied a bit of ointment to her wounds. Fortunately, the ointment was mild and not too painful.
After treating the wounds on her face, she moved on to the scratches on the back of her hand. Alva hadn't held back when she hit her.
Evan saw her finish applying the ointment and handed her an ice pack, "Apply this to your face."
"Thanks." Grace took the ice pack and pressed it to her face, "Why were you at the hospital earlier? Visiting someone or seeing a doctor?"
"Visiting someone," Evan replied flatly.
Grace tilted her head to look at him, thinking it must be someone important for him to risk being recognized by fans at the hospital.
But the fleeting sadness in his expression gave her a woman's intuition that the person he visited was probably a woman.
Evan glanced at her, "Don't let your imagination run wild. It's not some ex-girlfriend from a melodramatic TV show. It's an important friend of mine who has myocarditis. I happened to be nearby and went to visit."
Grace gave him an understanding look, "Well, it could also be an ex-boyfriend."
In the hospital, Theodore saw Taylor rush in, followed by the Sullivan parents. He didn't see Grace and frowned.
"Where's Grace?"
Taylor remembered what had happened in the hallway earlier. She licked her lips and said anxiously, "I said a few things to her, she talked back, and then I..."
Theodore's eyes darkened, "Mom, even though Madison lived with us for twenty years, Grace is your biological daughter. She suffered outside for twenty years. Now that we've finally found her, don't you feel any pity for her?"
Taylor lowered her head in shame.
However, Alva was displeased by this. Although she feared Theodore's strong presence, she still spoke up, "Theodore, I don't like what you're saying. Grace grew up pampered in our family. How can you say she suffered? Did I mistreat her?"
Theodore sneered at Alva, "You didn't mistreat her, but can your family's conditions compare to the Reynolds family's?"
"Our conditions may be worse, but that doesn't mean we didn't love Grace," Alva argued.
Theodore said coldly, "Really? How do I remember you making her work at Queen Entertainment to raise money when you were sick, while you gave all your savings to Madison?"
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